Mood:

Once upon a time there was this beautiful land where animals roamed from north to south and back, from east to west and back in search of greener pastures. The tribes of people in this land seemed to echo nature as they also migrated with their herds for greener pastures and in search of fertile agricultural land. These tribes would occasionally clash but they were constantly making peace with each other. Their world was beautiful.
And once upon a time, misfortune befell their land and changed their lives forever. The stronger of their men and women were forcibly removed. Their land became exclusive property of new acquaintances. Their gold and other minerals were mined at an accelerated pace. Their manuscripts were scattered all over the world.
The trend was set. It was a well-oiled machine. The fruits of their toil, the cream of their crop, the prime of their harvest would always find its way to tables on the other side. With time their circumstances became know as the third world, while others indulged in luxuries brought about by loot and misery. But the spirits of these people never dampened. A song continued to humm deep within their souls:
You shall rise
Your troubles will turn and walk away
You shall rise
And fortune will come your way
You shall rise, you shall rise