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Unite a World — A poem
No one's perfect
We aren’t perfect…
We fight
For our right
We are humans, right?
But every day
We pray
Only for a new
kind of day….
It is no race
For, obstacles we must face,
so, what’s the fuss?
Why must we cuss!
a wall in our way
But together, turn grey
There must be a way
To find out how we get away
the other side, which is told to be greener
it isn't too far away…
across to the other side
But first we must,
together our love, too pure…
…it will not break
Even though we might fall
With every pitfall…
At the end of the day,
we need to stand