Island Full of Us
Different places, many faces,
We have created too many excuses
Not to be the same.
If we were put on an island,
No media to interfere,
No religion, no barriers,
We would all be the same.
Born as one, nature nurturer,
Kindness, love, no war.
But somehow we end up in a hole
Racist, prejudice, rooted to the core.
In this world full of people,
We find excuses to make it bad
To be different.
So if we were raised on an island,
Nobody to tell us of this hate,
This need to differentiate.
Would badness seep into our pores,
Biased opinions of the people
In this world?
What would we become,
On this Island Full of Us?
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