My Name is Kolebe
The world is not a nice place
But not always at equal pace
The world likes to fight and race
But it also likes to segregate
The World wants a change
But each day is just the same
I am looking for a free world
One without hate
Less of pain, frustration, stress
Later we'll worry about the rest
Money, Money, Money is all the want
But we don't see the good, even in a bold font
All I'm saying
Just stop the slaying
The children, Women, and even the men
Let's work together to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
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