Bora born
The living library _
Two hundred nations of cells in your body,
two hundred nations on earth.
So much in common,
so much misconstrued.
Within lies the living Library,
with direction of which way to go.
Our cells patent a secret,
as above so below.
Liver cells, heart cells, skin cells,
the list goes on and on.
In co-operation they exist together,
to form a part of the whole.
Each organ helps the other,
it won't survive on it's own.
Now let's dig a little deeper,
to get close to the bone.
Heart cells don't try to be skin cells,
or direct how they should grow.
Their pattern their own business,
others left to their own.
As cells invade the space of others,
compete, to run the whole show.
The system goes crazy,
dis_ease they call it,
in some, death lurks about.
To get the drift of this message,
consider all nations of the world.
Our cells form the human body,
the nations, the human race,
so I'm told.
Our strengths lie in our diversity,
each culture to evolve on it's own.
Nations should support each other,
co-operation the name of the game.
They need to mind their own business,
to know they are part of the whole.
Not live off the other,
but include them,
to avoid dis_ease, so I'm told.
So I sit in this sidewalk cafe,
sipping tea, this cool balmy night.
My tourist town Cairns,
in the tropics,
nations of beauty pass me by.
Languages speak,
of lives worth living,
a watcher sees more than on show.
People full of feeling and diversity,
wrapped up in smiles,
of their souls, so I'm told.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
two hundred nations on earth.
So much in common,
so much misconstrued.
Within lies the living Library,
with direction of which way to go.
Our cells patent a secret,
as above so below.
Liver cells, heart cells, skin cells,
the list goes on and on.
In co-operation they exist together,
to form a part of the whole.
Each organ helps the other,
it won't survive on it's own.
Now let's dig a little deeper,
to get close to the bone.
Heart cells don't try to be skin cells,
or direct how they should grow.
Their pattern their own business,
others left to their own.
As cells invade the space of others,
compete, to run the whole show.
The system goes crazy,
dis_ease they call it,
in some, death lurks about.
To get the drift of this message,
consider all nations of the world.
Our cells form the human body,
the nations, the human race,
so I'm told.
Our strengths lie in our diversity,
each culture to evolve on it's own.
Nations should support each other,
co-operation the name of the game.
They need to mind their own business,
to know they are part of the whole.
Not live off the other,
but include them,
to avoid dis_ease, so I'm told.
So I sit in this sidewalk cafe,
sipping tea, this cool balmy night.
My tourist town Cairns,
in the tropics,
nations of beauty pass me by.
Languages speak,
of lives worth living,
a watcher sees more than on show.
People full of feeling and diversity,
wrapped up in smiles,
of their souls, so I'm told.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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