Tuesday, February 21, 2017

HANGING FROM THE BRANCH



Had our forefathers ever thought,
When they were hanging on branches.
A monkey can be change in a man.
They had neither light nor road,
They could not go far and abroad,
They had love for each other and this world.
They had no money to buy good things,
They had not flown with the ambitious wings,
They were kind for each other and this world.
They didn’t know so many languages,
Had not means to communicate,
Condemnations and praises.
They know well to be happy and make this world.

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