Here we stand

Our future held in our hands

Do we continue to

Build our walls and draw our maps

Mark our borders and fight over scraps

What if

Everywhere

Just became another place

And that place had nothing to do with culture or race

And no man had the right to deny another  a home

And we see a friend before a foe

Because

It has never been about lack of space

Or what we can or cannot afford

It is about us claiming more than we need

Neither sharing not caring

And this is greed