We are all the same,
whether we are black, brown, or white,
We are like many species of birds,
chirping our own tunes on the tree of the world.
Whether we are rich or poor,
we all have some joyful moments and some dreadful days,
one may be enjoying caviar and wine,
other may be happily surviving on a loaf of bread.
Whether we live in rich or poor country,
we all find same refuge under a mansion or a hut,
We all have the same problems of survival,
May it be earning a million or simply a few bucks.
We all are made of same flesh and dust,
we may follow faiths of different sorts,
we all have the same goal and destiny,
we yearn for peace for our soul and wait for the ultimate destiny.
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