Listen children
There is no discrepancy
Between white and black
For everywhere the soul is same

Listen children
We have loved both of them
They were our relatives
They were our friends

Listen children
Keep it in your brain
Skin doesn't matter
It is our only mortal dress

Listen children
For God's sake pass it on
Pass it on for God's sake

There was once a monkey,
Swinging on the little mango tree.
Feeding on his long banana,
Looking at the garden of waratah.

There was once a monkey,
in love with the forest's princess of the tree.
Feeding on his love for her,
his heart beating fast all over.

There was once a monkey,
fooled by the princess of the tree.
Feeding on his understanding, love conquered by hate,
his heart, ischemic then died as of late.

There was once a monkey,
swimming on the salty deadly sea.
Feeding on his little dead heart tissue,
his soul lost, his mind burnt, his heart blue.

Old enough to bloom...
... too young to touch.


8W
Soul Survivor