It is just the people we
Know that is the matter
At the palms of our hands.
If we have issue to discuss,
Then it is the people around:
Those we eat, drink and
Chat with in everyday of our lives.
Many things are funny with them,
What they thing run pass seven seas.
People we know can tell of us,
When we are down like the sick:
Believe me, it is the people we know.
There is my brother thing that paints
Men with coats of treacherousness,
We lie, singing the song of brother thing..
The truth Never run far from experience.
But only you have seen; you will believe,
And reason the hearts and actions of men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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