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....