The art that brings people together,

Consists of all arts,

So bring your shopping cart,

Because the world is a mart,

Everything is free,

So follow me.

 There are the recongnisable ones,

Painting, drawing, writing,

But their is so much more,

To art,

Are you smart?

That's art.

What about cleaver,

"Never say never."

Are you a thinker,

Or a tinker.

A wisher or a dreamer.

You are an artist,

Of your own perfection,

Go out and share,

Don't say nobody would care,

Because they do,

Because it's you.

There are games,

And hall of fames,

To have fun,

Or to be number one,

You can work or play,

But at the end of the day,

It's art.

But how does art,

Bring people together?

Because art is an intrest.

That if you invest,

You will confess,

Who you really are,

And you will be on par,

With the earth.

Or in a car,

To give birth.

Your a father,

Or a mother,

And you will go farther,

With one another,

Because when you were young,

You shared your art,

And you sung,

Because you are one,

And you have mastered,

The art that brings people together.

 Their is a dictator in this world,

And we all know this,

Because if you have a lisp,

Or are being fair,

You get the social electric chair.

If you arnt the best looking,

Or enjoy anything other than learning,

You stand out,

An outcast,

Just because of your past.

The dictator needs to be sacked,

The standers need not to be lowered,

But whacked,

So there are no more,

No more pressure,

No more judging,

No more cussing,

Just freedom,

From the dictators realm,

And lead the helm,

Of a ship,

That wouldk clip,

All the nasty thoughts,

All the missing caughts,

And sail to a new land of opportunity,

Where in the community,

Everyone loves one another,

But more importantly,

Loves themselves.