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                                        In the silence between the noise and scorn,
                                        In the questions that grow at every morn,
                                        There lies a quiet, steady call,
                                        For a country that stands strong for all.
                                        
                                        For each who holds their family close,
                                        Who values grit, and honor most,
                                        Knows that the work of freedom’s hand
                                        Can find no place in a divided land.
                                        
                                        Imagine now a common road,
                                        Where differing voices share the load,
                                        Where strength’s not bound to hardened lines,
                                        But found in hearts where honor shines.
                                        
                                        So think on those you’ve yet to know,
                                        Who want the same as you to grow
                                        A world that’s fair, a future wide,
                                        For children walking by our side.
                                        
                                        In the promise of tomorrow’s light,
                                        There’s more than anger, more than spite.
                                        We stand not weak to yield or bend,
                                        But strong enough to find a friend.
                                        
                                        For true strength isn’t ours to hold,
                                        In walls of hate, in stories told
                                        To dim the ones we might ignore—
                                        Lying omits why we fight for more.
                                        
                                        This choice is ours, this moment too,
                                        To leave behind what isn’t true.
                                        To cast a vote for what could be,
                                        A land of love, and liberty.
                                        
                                        So turn not cold from those who’d dare
                                        To offer something new, to care
                                        Enough to reach across and mend,
                                        The ties that might make foes as friends.
                                        
                                        For all we want, for all we need,
                                        Is there in every hopeful seed.
                                        For unity is strength’s own hand,
                                        And freedom’s voice is what we stand.
                                        
                                        Civitasvox
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