Fellowman

Fellowman,

The humans who share this space.

All with a different race.

A different shade,

And unequally paid.

We all struggle,

We all hustle.

Yet plenty are devastated,

By the hate that is advocated.

White,

Black,

Orange,

Tan,

Green,

Blue,

Male,

Female,

All of the above,

Or non conforming.

This is yours,

This land.

This is mine,

This land.

We own it,

We can change it.

Kill the hate,

Decide our fate.

Fellowman,

We are just sharing space.

 

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