To The Tiny Beings
To the pride, ego and dignity
To the essence that keep us virtue
To our loving God, King of Seventh Sky that gives and never ask
To the hands that we raise and crave and beg
To the legs that drag us to nowhere in all
To the fruit that we eat and
To the salad that we spit
To all the tomorrow can bring
To those pasts that we scarcely remember
To the children that laugh and sing
Under the moon, beside the stars
To the sad and poor, cripple man
Whose hands that raises and pampers our puffy palms
When we small and young and barely understood
The law of life that brings death
And to the dead that forget life
Us, tiny beings...
Disregard is our nature gift
But to the memory that hold thousands of images
May we remember who did and harm us
Or bless and pray us, who pat or stab us,
And may those who remember and choose to remember,
Praise upon the tiny beings!
DATE:Saturday, January 1, 2011
TIME:{9:11 PM}
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