Play The Piano Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

In the Garden of world, and the party of humans,
The Sublime sent his angels to the party of the women and men

They gathered in a big great chamber
Where the God has designed it's everywhere

Like the Eden hall but with no lord
But it was full of the ordinary words...

And in the middle of that fake happiness a person arise who looked so interesting and wise?

He said: ***il piano e fallito, ***
'But that's OK, please play the piano

Sometimes we think that the world is the place of the banished creatures
But think if we weren't here, who would use this beautiful virgin nature?

That man continued: if we weren't here, who would invent the guns?
Who would kill us instead? Would it be OK and done?

But we all believe in love,
We believe in the messengers of peace, the pigeons and doves

Even if the people who live at ***Del piano do sopra, ***
Even if they take our rights and kill the justice, play the piano

Yes, play the piano and feel the pain of your hands,
While your drops of tears make a watery land

let the pianist plays his song
the story of us is too long

the pianist knows what is going on…the pianists know
because they all do the actions, I like to say how…..

Who is the pianist of our world? Who is behind all these scenes?
Who is trying to kill the trustworthy and then win?

While the God is seeing us and he expects us to look
While he wants us to think about the decisions that have been took….