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"The World's Tapestry"

I am the World, a canvas so fine,
Woven with threads of lives, intertwined.
I host the Hosts, who toil and strive,
Doctors, Soldiers, Teachers, their lives a sacrifice.

They keep my rhythms, in a daily grind,
A silent service, their hearts and minds aligned.
Their selflessness, a beacon in the night,
Guiding me forward, through life's plight.

But then there are the Creative Ones, so bright,
Poets, Philosophers, Musicians, shining with delight.
They dance on my stage, with words and melody,
Bringing solace to the Hosts, in harmony.

Their artistry, a balm to the soul,
A respite from the routine, making me whole.
The Hosts, they nurture, these creative sparks,
Helping them flourish, like flowers in the dark.

Yet, there are Visitors, who bring discord and strife,
Politicians, Dictators, their presence, a knife.
They disrupt my balance, with greed and desire,
Causing suffering, stress, and a world on fire.

The Hosts, they tolerate, these Visitors, with a sigh,
Enduring the hardships, as they pass me by.
But I, the World, remember, their actions, their might,
And the Hosts, who suffer, through the dark of night.

Then, there are Newcomers, with eyes so wide,
Analysts, Observers, watching, with a curious stride.
Beggars, Addicts, Saints, Investors, they roam,
Gathering data, seeking truth, in my complex home.

Their purpose, to reveal, to a higher authority,
The secrets, they uncover, a mystery to unravel with clarity.
I, the World, await, their findings, with bated breath,
Hoping for a better tomorrow, for the Hosts, and all my depth.

For I am the World, a tapestry so fine,
Woven with lives, intertwined, a delicate design.
We all come to this world, to survive, to find,
A purpose, a path, to make the most of Time's precious mind.

So let us cherish, the Hosts, who keep my heart,
The Creative Ones, who bring us art.
Let us tolerate, the Visitors, with a heavy heart,
And welcome the Newcomers, who seek to play their part.

For in my tapestry, we are all threads, so fine,
Connected, intertwined, a delicate, divine design.

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