To try and understand
The poverty of Man
I had to only look twice
At the Birds of Paradise
Through suffering and strife
They found beauty in life
Through hope of salvation
We found mass starvation
They live on every breath
As we fight to the death
Through stupidity and fear
We built a living tear
They found diversity
Out of adversity
A beautiful solution
Formed out of evolution
We bind humanity
Through blind equality
And build a golden hearse,
They build Heaven on Earth
For they evolve with nature
We revolve in pleasure
As we try to kick a ball
They will fly above us all.
Pencil drawing of little children in Africa.
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