Billions of humans on earth,
We look down on you and laugh,
About your filthy contest of power

We are almost alike, billions,
But never the same

We stars, shine at our own times
But your shine is stolen away,
By the ones that are brighter

Even though, the one thing we love about you,
Even after your shine is snatched away,
You come back brighter than before...

So it's ok, if your non-lustrous before,
Just rub the stones hard enough
So, not just a torch but a wildfire is emerged


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