Do not tell me that you are human please,
When you can not understand
That your brother is not at ease
Why can not he stand?
On his feet not on his knees
Why can not you be a friend?
To the Flowers as to the Bees
And try to lend a hand
To his ill children who sneeze
In the slums and down to land
With devotion and please,
Pray for their souls and tend
Not to die and cease.