The Same Root

Now we are more than seven billions in number, But we have not the same look, We have also different colour. We are born of the same root. We burn the beanstalk to boil beans, The beans in the pot cryout, If someone torments us we should feel that pains. Let's stop someone to do shout. The sun beyond the mountains glows, We have the same feelings into our body, The same coloured red blood flows- Into our veins that can't be denied by anybody.