I do not stand alone,
Thinking that in this world,
There is something unknown.

Unknown is the reason for greed,
For wealth and harboring, A ******,
A sickness untreated to allow innocence to bleed.

Unknown is the reason for racism,
Spoken slanders and propaganda's,
Media's misguided music to masses for totalitarianism.

Unknown is the need to be accepted,
A collection of emotions to be displayed,
Not being ourselves - The worst, portrayed.

I need not know a lot for I know this,
That love overcomes all and ties us together,
In an intercontinental consciousness.

I know this because walls have been brought down,
Children play where none were once found,
People still rejoice in helping, healing and sound.

I need not know a lot because this, I have found.