We are all the same
just flesh and blood wrapped around a brain.
Race, sex, and names
they are just things.
We hate ourselves,
so we hate all others.

We are all the same.
Unable to see past our failures
to embrace our brothers and sisters.

We are all the same.
Societies based on:

We focus on the person
losing sight of the people.
Yet, all blood runs the same.

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