Different faces, different names
Different voices, different frames
Same red blood flowing
Same type of skeleton
How can we be different, yet the same?
Isn’t life just more than a game?
Wanting to outsmart each other
Always competing against each other
Why not compliment?
Why not understand?
Why not give?
Why not believe?
Anyways, we all live in different places
But we will surely be buried in the same place.
(C) Chukwudi Isaac