Under all of the colors, beneath a layer of flesh. We are all the same, no physical lines separate us. We are all of human kind. We create our own divisions, we create our own hate. We separate ourselves from one another. Some believe one way and some yet another. Some have too much and some not enough. We fight wars over ideals, when our arguments really don't mean a thing. For we are all of one race, which is human and we all meet the same end. Some will live short lives and some will live a long time. In the end death makes us all equal and our final consequence is the same. What we thought was worth fighting for and what we truly believed, will matter little in a short span of time. For all of the power of nations will fade and nothing will really change. Despite where we are born, we will still be the same beneath the skin.