That we May all be One

I’d wish for the bickering to stop

Us slashing and striking each another

the mangoes and oranges throwing blows

the river angry while its water overflows

Papa sprinkling impurities on the plants

As they pout their lips and refuse to yield

As the horses grow too tired to work the field

Can the birds sing melodies once more?

Can the farm be merry forever more?

I miss when we lived in harmony

when the horses had a pony

when papa called me honey

and the day was sunny

let’s go back to being funny

Living in holy matrimony

That we may all be one