There is little that makes sense in this world,
But justice is something I understand.
The equality of all men,
And the celebration of each other.
It's not 1960 anymore,
Time has changed.
We're still fighting the same battles,
Trying to find someone to blame.
I may look different from you,
But on the inside it's just the same.
Why are we fighting each other,
When the world is in so much pain.
We should celebrate our differences,
Not turn away.
It would be such a boring place,
If people all looked the same.
Celebrate our culture,
Share our experience.
We all have a story to tell,
Can't we just sit and listen?