An average life across the earth, is a dreadful sight to see.
A world where lives are lost, and those moments without no ends.
Racism, spews the boarders.
Insults from every corner and then, just then, what will come next?
A hope is waiting, feeling, breathing.
Just waiting for the moment where all thing will belong.
For this world of ours, there still is hope.
A bright future awaits, a desplicable one too?
Or maybe the one that we have lost, because of me and you.
Because this world is ours.
So then let's make a change, for then our future will be arranged.
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