Equality For All
I look out at the street and see a mixing pot of people
But we still don't notice all the pain and unfairnes
1964 we created a document that was supposed to change the world forever
Yet 49 years later we still hurt each other
I still look out my window and see a country still struggling to accept each other.
How many years more till I can look out my window and see a country as one?
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