Four-corner Square in a round Globe


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.