When you look outside you see
So many people walking on the streets
Wearing different things
But still with only two feet
Why do we have to hate each other
Why do we have wars at times of peace
We are all made the same
Manufactured to have
Two feet, two hands, one dream
And a heart that beats
Still we kill
Still we steal
Still we hate...
Waiting for the times
When we all can walk
Without being scared at all
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