Born to the certainty of dying
Then where is the reason for trying?
Striving to keep and guard this already lost life
Is it the yearning to live for just another day?
Or an effort to evade death?
- A lost battle even from the onset -
Or the fear of death itself?
I say, it is because man was not meant to die
But looking at the cards in hand
Die we must
Then why all the fuss?
We are a people like that.

The tricks life on us
He puts us into different skin tone
Different tongues
And places us on different points of the earth
The subtle differences that have turned us into gladiators
Earth the arena
And life the emperor.
Our clashes and wars
His entertainment
Our sorrow and pain
His pleasure
The differences that should've been complementary
Have brought us immeasurable kaos and calamity
We are a people like that.

Imagine a world where everything is the same
Gender, human beings only dividing line
But everything else, the same
Same skin tone and tongues
Same faces and same names
All men called Johns
And women, she-Johns
Imagine the boredom of such a monotonous world.
I guess being different is beautiful after all.
And maybe, that is why we are a people like that.