This is:
My American sunset,
My Japanese sunrise,
My lion's roar
In an African paradise.
As an Arabian princess
Kisses the son of Allah,
A Jewish Jesus,
Son of Mary and Joseph, comes back
From a death foretold
By the stories of the foreseen.
He is born from sand
And the breath of a King,
Adam they called him
And Eve, so said, followed,
But soon they were outlawed
By the fruit that they swallowed.
We are flesh and blood,
All of us, not just some
Ninety nine point nine percent identical,
Genetically linked.
So why do we fight
When brothers and sisters we are.
The human family, so wonderful,
If we could all agree.
