We force them into boxes
And toss them up on shelves
We do it to each other
We do it to ourselves.
We think we really know them
And of all that lies inside
But boxes, walls and boundaries
Cannot halt the rising tide.
There really is no “other”,
No him nor her nor me
For all the world’s our brother
Struggling to be free.
An old dark world seeks sameness
Where fear and might make right
Yet a new world is emerging
With six billion unique lights.
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