HIghway of Hope
parched was the highway of hope
starved, the pathway of promise
drained was the river of riches
stained, the empire’s new robe
reeking of sweat, enervated muscles
peeking at failure, ghostwriter’s orbs
plagued with penury, artistic lament
beacon of timelessness, the wind rustles
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