The world was meant to be from creation
A beautiful home for all creatures to be elated
The sun shone brightly, the birds sang their song
Little did we know, something terrible was wrong
For in this perfect world a hierarchy was formed
Where the strong ruled and the weak were despised
The lion became king, the ant became prey
And the weak struggled to survive each day
The trees provided shelter, the rivers gave life
But for the weak it was a constant struggle and conflict
They were pushed into a corner, left out in the cold
While the strong basked in luxury, their greed took over
The weak cried out, but their voices were small
Lost in the noise of the mighty and the great
They pleaded for mercy, for a chance to survive
But their cries went unheard as the strong continued to prosper
The world meant to be a home for all
But for the weak, it felt like a never-ending fall
They wondered why they were given this fate
To struggle and suffer while others could dictate
But amidst the disorder, there was still a glimmer of hope
For some understood and decided to cope
They stood up for the weak, fought against the strong
With compassion and kindness, they righted the wrongs
Together they marched, hand in hand
A united front, against the unjust land
The world slowly changed as love conquered hate
And the weak no longer had to fear their fate.
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