By what I've on my lap,
Connected to the worldwide internet,
Filtered by many caps,
First by my status in society,
Not high, but sadly high,
Born in a country, relatively free,
Privileged, for now, being born a white guy,
Plus the internet's fallen short of goals,
Like being truly free,
For how can you know what is really true,
With no reality?
But what I know's,
Opinion's never wrong,
If used as an investigative tool,
To figure out how to all get along.
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