In the End We Are All Equal
Harsh conditions,
government brutality.
Little education,
over run with disease.
What a life this must be?
With little to eat
and a bath a week.
No waiting opportunities.
Dream of a place
where people live free.
The opportunities are an
endless possibility.
No one telling you what to wear.
No one telling you,"only for man!"
On this land everyone is equal.
Everyone has the same chance.
All you need to do is reach out your hand.
And you will see,
we all walk on the same two feet.
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