there was a long time ago
a while when once was born
the future was already sculpted
the past was already torn

The time was when the Earth was fresh
the grass was covered with morning dew
The leaves and grass swayed happily
for that was all they could do

No such thing called man existed
No such thing at all
deceit , treachery , and hate was fiction
And nothing was made with flaw

No child was born with the flaw
only the knowledge of bliss
only taught to crawl
I wonder who taught them this?

A child's  first color is white
not blue or gold or pink
a mans last color is red
the color of the wine he drinks