there's a little part, in each of us

that naturally turns away

decides the effort is not worth it

the output doesn't reflect the pay

we have become cynical

closed the curtains to outside

built walls to protect ourselves

while those outside may die

we have created an "I" society

i do this for myself

our conscience and humanity

an empty book on a shelf

its sad, when you look at it

really, what have we become

we are all one being, one people

we share the same sun

but we are so consumed with labels

this is good, this is not

maybe we should label ourselves

our heart and soul ...

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