When I view the people and listened to the music, I realize that people are the same where ever we go. We suffer at the hands of the mighty few. They make us beg and scrounge for our daily bread. My heart cries out for us to see the beauty in workers of the world. We have so much in common. Let us feel for each other no matter where on the earth we are from. One love, one heart, let's get together and feel alright.
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