Heal The World
He said "put me in jail"
I want to go to gaol
I am homeless
And harmattan makes me ail
I don't think of many troubles
Than others of me out there of miserables
Harmattan will soon be gone
But that doesn't fill the gap
At present has made lips chap
Don't be so gape
Such is its effect woebegone
But still have got to hold my brawn
Help me
Harbour me
Trace to peace
For humanity's grace
You are our friends
Don't treat me a stranger in disguise
I sought for safety
But am in disdain
Discovering my properties are missing
I thought I was welcome with alacrity
While asleep thirsty
Your acts bind people's adverse chain
There is a popular myth
That the word
Originated as an acronym for 'ship high in transit'
A supposed nautical phrase pith
But its origin is untrue to be a truth
More older past ages to treat
There are trustworthy officers
Many then have service zeal
They all aim the world heal
Far away from the abusers
But while they abused their lagacies
Make atrocities enjoy no justifiable appeal
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