The Needs

It needs the voice of an elephant Those ears that’s often asleep Sweet lullaby doesn’t creep For those darkness faiths adamant It needs the fullest of affection Those hearts that feels nil That traversed depression hill To alter the gray thoughts complexion It needs the fragrance of Eden Those noses that only smell That death stinky farting spell To make the aroma even It needs the tree of Moses Those eyes that can’t see That the air we exhale is free To rip the vision of black roses It needs the flavor of the rainbow Those tongues fed up with salts That wanted to taste the last spicy halt To revive the savor of hope that died long ago