I can think of nothing worse
Than to be afficted with the curse
Of unity
That strange desire to be the same
When all the good that I can name
Is different
Should we all the same language speak?
And strive to have the same physique?
I think not
Automaton I refuse to be
I am myself and happily
Which is good
Be careful that once you do conform
You'll not be you but just the norm
Just a slave
Be like minded, yes that is fine
But to be a sheep do not incline
Baa to that
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A curious idea is unity
To solve all mankind's ills
Which we are surely dearth
In the most diverse creature
To inhabit our small earth
Dogs befriend their own kind
Always sniffing to check
But liking all white brown or black
Yet we have a strange habit
Of cautiously holding back
Their bark is understood
They join in a throng
In north, south, east and west
To know everyone better
Liking each other the best
But hatred is our way
Others speech a turn off
Yuk! The food that they eat
Just look at their color
Those, I care not to greet
I pat the dog at my side
He looks back kindly at me
I have taught him a lot
But I have learned nothing
Clearly clever I'm not
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