I have no style, I have no skill
And feel so awful my heart I cannot still
To understand and feel
The teamwork so strange and unbelievable
When it comes to organised crimes
How we human excel!
Rob the humble unable, who are busy
With their science, routine, hand to mouth toil.
Stone heart melting
Milk of natural kindness flow
Morning sun benefactor
In all Hamlet the tragedy grow; let’s call it fate.
Today with it’s different colour, creed
Problem and quarrel, can we have it without hate?
Why not? That we are a civilisation matured;
Having walked into this twenty first century – great!