To One World,
Our only World,
Our Home that has nurtured Us thru our Existence,
Since we subdivided and grew into Us;
We call ourselves Humans,
And We can Think;
That is our Gift,
But also our Danger.
We live upon Earth,
We consume Her resources to Grow and give Birth,
But what do we give Her in return?
There are White humans, Black humans, Red and Brown humans;
We call that Race.
One knows more than the Other; One is better than the Other.
Each has its own Religion and that Religion knows the Laws and are better than the Other’s.
Each Religion knows God;
He is there on their altar and He watches over the Faithful.
We draw lines amongst Ourselves and call them Countries; and kill each Other over those lines,
This Country is better than that One, this One more advanced than the Other; It’s a Race – a Race to the Finish.
We play games, because if we are idle it could be trouble – Silence is scary.
We have something called Profit that guides Us,
It knows the Way and it makes our decisions,
Because it is a World where Competition takes care of us All,
The Needy, the Poor, the Sick and the Lonely
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