The world is divided into nations
And some even convey oblations.
Some eat noodles.
Some breed poodles.
The world has many derivations.

There’s English, Swahili and Spanish,
Latin – they had to banish.
We are diverse and we are unique
And why shouldn’t we have our own technique?

I dream of an Earth where man shan’t scorn.
Let peace its paths adorn.
We may have our differences
But we’ll still have our acquiescences.