This new year's game begins with hope
Not losing or winning it whole
But the rules can change the scope
Of being equal everywhere be the goal
Let this year not be about profits and money
And let it not be about bombs and guns
May the human life be bright and sunny
Every country free, a future guaranteed for lil ones
No more revenge due to bottled up anger
No more bloodshed owing to bruised egoes
Let's have instead, more food for hunger
More friendship built, decreased foes
No to blocking the poor's progress
Tariffs, restrictions stopping their stride
The rich ought to owe and confess
And help the others boast in glory and pride
Change in nine to nine work style
No more overloaded weekends
More incentives in one's family smile
Their blessings more than any stipends
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