Heritage, oh heritage, a treasure trove of old,

A tale of times gone by, stories yet untold.

Inclusion, oh inclusion, a dance we must do,

To weave together strands of diversity anew.

Culture, oh culture, a kaleidoscope of delight,

A mosaic of flavors, colors, and sight.

But what happens when the looking glass breaks?

And our perceptions shift, like a madman's escapades.

The world turns upside down, and inside out,

As we tumble through a rabbit hole without a doubt.

Heritage becomes a puzzle, hard to solve,

With missing pieces, like a mystery unraveling.

Inclusion takes on a new meaning now,

As we find ourselves in a strange, dreamlike trance.

We're all just characters in someone else's play,

Acting out roles, until the curtain falls away.

Culture blends into a surreal cocktail,

Where up is down, and down is up, it's quite dizzying.

Reality bends, twists, and turns,

Until we're lost in this fantastical maze of whimsy.

So let us embrace this wild, absurd ride,

This journey through the looking glass, side by side.

For in its madness lies a hidden truth,

That heritage, inclusion, and culture are but a youth.

A youth that plays with time and space,

Unfettered by convention, free from society's grasp.

It's only when we let go of our fears,

Can we truly see the beauty that appears.

So come along, dear reader, join the fun,

Let's chase the white rabbit, everyone!

For in this wonderland of our own making,

We might just discover a new way of faking.

Faking it till we make it, that's the game,

Where heritage, inclusion, and culture become one name.

One name for a world where we all belong,

Where love and acceptance take center stage, strong.

Strong enough to break free from the chains,

Of hate and discrimination, forever sustained.

For in this topsy-turvy world we've found,

Love is the key that turns the ground around.

Turns the ground around, so we can plant,

Seeds of hope, seeds of change, they'll germinate.

Germinate, grow, and flourish, like a tree,

A tree of life, where equality is the decree.

Then heritage won't be a burden to bear,

But a source of pride, a symbol of care.

Inclusion will be second nature, like breathing,

And culture will bloom, forever gleaming.

So let's raise a cup, to this mad tea party,

Where heritage, inclusion, and culture are the hearty.

Cheers to the mayhem, cheers to the fun,

For in this wonderland, we've just begun!