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Can you see beyond

What you believe is a sea

Though in reality

Is a tiny trickle

Expanded only

In the minds 

Of those who were fooled

Cross that tiny gap

Break the barriers 

Of the past

And find the truth

Of our human connection

We are not a small 

Band of bloody brothers

Or a class of kin 

Classified by our borders 

And the color of our skin

We are a collective

Cut from the same cloth

Of history

The same chain 

Of DNA

We are human 

To be loved and accepted

Not feared or rejected

We are children

Living within

The limited life span

We are not one clan

Against a million

But one tribe

That counts seven billion

plus

Reviews

[Kirsty Woodward]

The vast oceans are a tiny drop compared to what is out there.
Upper class. Middle class. It doesn't exist, really. They're just brands that have been given to divide us as a species.
The third and fifth stanzas were my favourites.

[Joshua Amos Graff]

Thank so much.