DISASTERS

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DISASTERS

Disasters plague humanity,
Nowhere can any one feel free;
We find we're but one family,
The self same hopes and fears we see.

All prejudice goes down the drain,
With children helpless, and in pain;
Inclusive is the feeling then,
We find the brotherhood of men.

Too bad it takes such pain and woe,
So prejudice away will go;
We're still the same we were before,
Why wait until we're at death's door?

Sol the Sage

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