THE WORLD
Once vast and empty
It came so far
Older than our ancestors
As old as a star
We grew as a majority
But went seperate ways
The people once known
Had hatred these days
Racism was an issue
Judging people the way they look
Belittling their position
If only they were a book
Although I know this world's evil
I understand there is also happiness
So take life to the fullest
And don't cry or be depressed
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