Big Book '98THE SPIRIT OF HUMANS
by Nicholas Brain
The spirit of humans, oh so sweet,
It is like plowing wheat.
So much you can take,
and yet we do not ache.
The spirit of humans, oh I see,
How you create so much misery.
So much suffering and so much death,
and so you see, the spirits nearly out of breath.
The spirit of humans, old and dying,
how I feel like crying.
The world around us, running out of life.
How soon we will be in strife.
The spirit of humans, you must understand.
It's like plucking hairs of a hand.
Soon it runs out, like life itself.
How I'd like it to be peaceful, myself.
The spirit of humans, how it can be fair.
To try to explain it, I wouldn't dare.
You see, it would be very hard.
It is very greasy, a lot like lard.
Here I am, a human like you.
do not deny it, you are too.
Maybe we are not alike outside.
But we have the same colour of blood, inside.
into the water,
you never see them again.