When money rules, power grows,
And people’s worth—nobody knows.
Success is weighed in wealth and land,
Not in a helping, giving hand.
Justice bends to those who pay,
While truth and fairness fade away.
The rich rise high, the poor fall deep,
Yet human souls are not so cheap.
Diversity shapes the world we see,
Yet some now taste minority.
The tables turn, the roles reverse,
A lesson taught, though learned in curse.
To feel unseen, to stand alone,
To fight for rights once thought as known.
Half my life, I’ve understood,
A quarter learning, as I should.
A quarter spent to stand and fight,
Still, I hope for future’s light.
A world where kindness leads the way,
Where hearts are heard, not brushed away.
Where respect and value shine,
Not just profit’s grand design.
Millions’ rights ignored each day,
While giants live their way.
I dream a world where all are free,
Where judgment fades to empathy.
If only hearts could truly know,
What it means in others' shoes to go.
If power bowed to love instead,
And justice stood for all who bled.
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