When nothing turns out right,
Or when everything is handed to you,
As if it's your birthright,
Or when you lose some and you win some, too,
Despite how much effort,
Or when the world is doomed to self-implode,
Due to our actions and we won't abort,
Or when so many others are worse off,
Making you luckier,
While so many have more than you'll ever,
Because of who they are?
I'll tell you why,
It's part of who we are,
It's why the world is the way that it is,
It's the only way it will get better.
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