There are people we love,
and people we hate.
There are colleagues at work
and your best mate
There are people we’ve never met
and people we know a little too well
There are people we love spending time with,
and people who make our life hell
All of these people
make up the population
Made of the same stuff
but divided by nation
segregated by skin color.
gender, religion and sexual orientation
Equality doesn’t exist
Even though we’re all people
A group of lookalikes
Standing under different steeples
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