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Going, Going, Not Quite Gone


Many have worked so hard to rid of all the hate and fear. Slowly but surely, the world changed. Old leaders will retire, new ones will take their places. It is our turn now, To continue tearing down walls. Little by little, bit by bit. We will get rid of prejudice. Brick by brick, tearing down the walls, That were built between us all.
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