Lost

Born in a different country, national of a different country, raised in a different one, works in another one.
Feels like this world is his nation and every country his home.
We have made borders to differentiate the human race but at the end of the line we all are the same.
There is good in every bad person and bad in every good person and we just judge by the looking at the side which came in front of us.
So many things to love yet we get attracted to hatred.
Love this world and the people around You,
We all are the same, we all are one.