In a wondrous hall where hushed-down whispers ignite like flaming stars,
A multitude of young minds gather, driven by purpose and scars.
As our Flags unfurl, our colors blend and our borders dissolve,
Witness as revived dreams take shape and visions evolve.
The Model United Nations—a stage so grand,
As is held the weight of change in our eager hands.
You hear fiery debates spark, as revolutionary ideas collide,
Enkindling humanity’s hopes once again as our voices abide.
We may enter this hall as strangers, yet we will leave here as kin,
We are forever bound by the change that started within.
Through sleepless nights, endless lobbying, and draft resolutions we spun,
With time, a diplomat’s craft is born in every single one.
The gavel is soon to strike; and the moment is soon to be ours,
As we will be dissolving the grasp of despair with our collective powers.
Beneath each drafted clause, an inspiring heartbeat resounds,
There lies a legacy forged amidst the fire where courage abounds.
Remember this, dear listeners, it is not just about the words or debates that gleam,
But fuelling a soothing empathy that shapes the world’s shared dream.
In this space, In our space, our futures would soon unfold—
As we Revive Dreams, Thrive amidst Debate, and Triumph against challenges, following the beacon of gold.
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