The world is fat and large
A Craft of the hand unseen
I used to think that it ends with the black people
Until I saw a light yellow man
Who they said is white
His hair soft and long like a horsetail
Spreading on his shoulders.
We thought he's the unseen hand
That took nothing when he was nothing
And brought about the world
But I think he did!
In the life enhancing deeds
Today the world is fat and large
Still the world is a village!
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