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Our world is comprised of people of varying skin shades,
white, black, red, brown, olive, and yellow, to name a few.
And no matter our skin color, there are intelligent, stupid,
honest, dishonest, friendly, helpful, evil, and scary people,
yet we all share one thing; we're all human beings!
We can't relate to one another, although we're all related,
and thus, we become tribes, not family, just a mix of people!
Tribalism is a primal force, cataloging people into groups,
our people, their people, and those people!
What is a country? It's just a group of like-minded people
who arm themselves, claim a piece of the Earth as theirs,
and erect invisible boundaries to keep others away.
People will always distrust people because people can't be trusted!
Influential people, deceitful people, shadow people, and wealthy people,
are calling all the shots, and yet, they're all corrupt!
People have been ostracized for being street people, beggar people,
con people, crazy people, and homeless people;
the people society doesn't consider acceptable people.
These groupings include poor people, frightened people, young people,
insignificant people, hungry people, and easily intimidated people.
Political people, religious people, and in-your-face judgmental people
all share similar traits and are loyal only to their particular tribe.
Earth is divided into conflicting tribes of people, and one day,
one tribe will kill all the people; then there will be, no, people!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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