When will the orange tree fruit again
To let the waiting children taste the juicy?
When will the day break again
To let the agile children run after butterflies?
The orange tree is stunted
And so it's branches contorted
The night is getting too long
And so the children await the resurrection hour.

It is a family matter
When the breacher of the law is within the fold
It becomes a serious matter
When the culprit is outside the fold
If you are a member of the fold
Your wrong matter is righted
But for the outside member
Your matter becomes subject matter
A new matter under the sun
A wrong that is shameful
Hence ridicule becomes the companion
Anti-craft set to work day and night
That explanation must be given
Because you have committed what no one has ever committed
And so outside caucus members are worst sinners
But inside the caucus everybody is a saint
Under the life line
It is a family affairs!