We all are the same,
Some are poor,
Some with fame,
Born from the same soil,
Nurtured with the same oil,
Still we fight,
Fight our own brothers,
Destroy this very earth,
Sometimes in name of god,
To prove whose shoulders are broad,
This does not make sense,
Why atmosphere so tense,
We need to rise,
from our selfish motive,
Rise from the earth,
that we eroded,
We need peace,
We need love,
Care for the nature mother,
Who have suffered the most,
No one is wrong,
No one is right,
We are all brothers,
for the sake of mankind.
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