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ArtistIn the early hours of dawn, as the first soft light breaks over a quiet neighborhood, a young person stands alone on the sidewalk, staring out at the world with a hesitant but determined gaze. Behind them, homes still sleep in the shadow of night, but in their eyes, a flicker of resolve stirs. Around them, a handful of neighbors begin to gather—some young, some old, each with their own worries, each carrying the weight of distant wars and the doubt of whether their voice will matter. But in this quiet moment, as they meet each other's eyes, something shifts. A silent understanding blooms among them, a shared belief that maybe, just maybe, they can push the world a little closer to peace. As they walk together toward the polling station, their footsteps echo like a heartbeat, growing stronger with every step. This is no ordinary walk; it’s the march of hope, the courage to vote not just for themselves, but for a future brighter than the past they’ve known. Illustrated, master work, drawn pencil realism
To those who feel the weight of war,
Who’ve watched the world grow cold and sore,
And wonder if their vote can turn
The tides of strife, the fires that burn—
Your voice, though small, is strong and true,
A spark within the skies of blue.
For change is not a distant prize,
Nor hidden hope that fades or dies.
It lives in you, in choice and stand,
In every heart, in every hand.
Together, voices small yet clear
Can rise to shake the highest sphere.
Though weary hearts may ache and tire,
The call for peace, a steady fire,
Burns bright in those who dare to dream,
To cast their voice, to lift the seam
Of doubt and fear, to vote for peace,
And give a fractured world release.
So do not doubt your strength within,
The power found where hopes begin.
For even those who seem alone
Are part of something greater sown.
Together, we can shape and bend,
To leaders push, to justice send.
To vote is not a small, faint task—
It’s courage, bold, in which we bask.
It’s how we claim our rightful place
And guide the world to kinder grace.
For all the fallen, lost, and gone,
Your vote, your voice, must carry on.
Let every step, each mark and hand,
Be one that tells of peace’s stand.
For in your voice, the world will see
A call for life, for unity.
No vote is lost, no heart too small—
Together, we can rise and call.
So let us choose, not fade away,
But guide the dawn to brighter day.
With strength of spirit, fierce and kind,
We’ll cast our hopes, our dreams unbind.
For every voice, each soul that sings,
Can bring to light what courage brings.
Let your vote be the light that shines
Through darkest hours, harsh confines.
For those you love, for all you know,
A kinder path, together show.
One voice alone may seem to fade,
But joined, they forge a peace remade.
Civitasvox
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