When water is clean, it’s as clear as glass,
So what happens when lots of tiny feet,
When lots and lots of big, big feet
Jump in, splash in and wade in,
Oh,! Thank God the water is muddy.
Why? That’s because no colour has leaked
From all the people of the four corners of the world,
And of the equal parallel sides, that is
If the shape of the world were a rhombus,
But it is not, it’s a round globe
And our skin colour does not leak either.
So why do we open up the colours
And let the blood leak into the waters
To mix with our tears
that the chain reaction of our deeds have caused
Oh! People of the world.