The green moon in
the cocoon
It never wants to
mix and grow
It is stuck in its
time warp
Dreaming of the bygone
era
The world is not
populated by a single race
There many colours
with different faiths
They come to live
in this world
By the Grace of Our
God
Live in harmony and
multiply
But the green moon
is living in the past
On the steps of the
bygone era
It can't see the
truth in their eyes
The green moon
speaks of ill-wind
It never
understands why it is in existence
Thinking of its
greed of power
It will fall flat
on the surface
The world isn't for
a race
Everyone has a
chance to grow and prosper
By the honest work
and sharing of the loads
Alone everyone
will fall together the unity flows
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