A bird was singing in that tree upon this very hill
where long ago the bullets flew and streams
ran red with blood; why can’t we just get
along and be the brothers and sisters
to each other we never had and
just be glad and happy to be
alive like the bird in his
song, the fish
in its stream
and mother earth
proud of her children
loves us all growing enough
grain to line every granary in prosperity
so no one should want for anything instead
of this game of politics it only takes two human
beings to play, we are our own worst enemies making
ourselves miserable seems to be our destiny well fie on
thee you critics and pessimists who have forgotten how to dance
if you ever knew to start with, take my hand and I’ll show you how it’s done

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