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Mar 2016
A passive segregationist policy
We've build high walls and gates around us
Living in enclaves, digging our own caves
The sin of wanting to belong, to be close to our own!
Who is our own? Aren't we all the same?

So blinded and closed off from the society
What's the point of living if only to be same
Variety and diversity builds
It keeps us on our toes
Our strength lies in our weakness
Sometimes is better to need than to have

What we need is to move from our comfort
To learn from our faults and get better.
Prepared for anything and embracing everyone
you can't wait for change!
Better start chasing it.
Nothing changes but ourselves
You must be prepared to embrace weakness
To make you stronger
Are enclaves worth it. We only learn to be alone, fear integrating. Further pulling down and burning bridges instead of embracing diversity. We must allow ourselves to be feed with filth about others that feeds on fear that perpetuates hatred.
Written by
Jemoh  Australia
(Australia)   
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