God's Farm
I peeped through heaven's
tear
A space for heaven rays
I saw God's farm.
I saw black and white men...
The whites with Peter's net
The blacks with Osama's
beard.
All these in God's farm.
Can I suggest...
Let's take them out.
Allow them to grow
together was the book's
voice.
And He said, look...
And I saw spots on those
White men
And when I saw myself...
I was not whiter neither....
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