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Dec 2020
Hey you there with the colored hair
Ring in you’re nose and feet that are bare
What’s wrong with you

And how about you standing by the building
With holes in the clothes that you’re wearing
Yeah we’re staring at you

What about you old man with the cup in your hand holding a sign that says Vietnam and
Begging for food

Get the hell out of here black face you’re race ain’t allowed in this place and if you have a problem with my space I’ll get out my mace and
Spray you

Oh dear look at Mr. and Mrs. Queer yeah get over here but not too near cause I’m gonna bust you’re ear so you can hear
What my God said about you

Yeah man there’s pain all around
If you just put you’re feet on the ground
It can be found
So many people down
And if you don’t make a sound
And listen
You will see it

If everybody could just be kind
And not worry about taking the time
To give someone a piece of the pie
Just to see the look in their eyes
Just for the feeling

And just maybe
one by one
We can make a difference
And then everyone
will
Take stock in mans lot
Uncover the plot
Of the people on top
To keep
Status quo

And then all the faces of the world can have acceptance have something more
and everyone everywhere and everyplace can live as one human race
Could you imagine that place

What a world
That would be
One humanity
Unilaterally
Indiscriminately
As far as the eye can see
Maybe someday we
Can have it in our country
So start right now
Get up and get out
Make a difference somehow
There’s no time to take a bow
Once all man is allowed
To be proud
and
To be equal then we as people will know there’s no more hurt and no more pain and that it will always remain
forever in gods name
only right there and then
Can we rest and savor in
Knowing what we did and what it was worth
and that everyone is truly equal at birth and will be
All
Their
Life
Written by
IggCob27
75
     vienna bombardieri and Stratus
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