We

We’re built,
We’re born,
We love,
We scorn

The world
This place
The people,
This race.
 

One thought,
One kind,
One hope,
One mind.
 

We’re all 
The same
We’re all
To blame.
 

Somehow,
Someday,
Somewhere,
Someway.
 

No hurt
No hate
No part
Of fate
 

What could
What light
What will
What might
 

Is right
Is true
Is up
To you.

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