Things can't go the right way till
you rearrange your thoughts, dealing
with the experiences of yesterday in a
world so selfishly lost.
Thought out communication, helpful
words that's understood, helping
our brothers to live together as
every race should.
There's no real difference between the
Jew and the Greek. We have to help
strengthen our brothers, who have
fallen down and are weak.
Let brotherly love continue, smile
warmly as they pass. Look deep
down inside his eyes and
see what kind of life he has.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem