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Social Goals

 

Social Goals

by Robert Neest


Since they are born, the people live in groups,

They’re doing things together, interact,

And their families, the school or work,

Make marks on their lives on every day.


We see so many times they can adjust

And change themselves so they could fit and live

As part of something bigger and enjoy

The social pleasures of the human bonds.


There are some cases when the persons try

To be themselves and live as they would think

It would be most appropriate for them

And build a world where they would have a place.


The history we learn is showing that

The world has always changed since ancient times

Because of people that just didn’t want

To go along accepting what there was.


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