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“The Real Love They said, ‘The world is small.’ But it ain’t that small! There’s plenty room For you and me and all... So why this bickering with our neighbor For a few meters more? Even a few kilometers, Or say another mountain and river! Don’t you feel rather ‘small’? At the end of our sojourn What do we get after all? One squeezy square meter If we are lucky! To lie down forever. Let’s share the splendid Earth And do everything to make it better. Even the worms don’t rival With the butterflies or the birds. Why do we humans try so mightily Against each other? Make life a real misery And even shorter! What will we tell at the Buddha’s gate, Or to Saint Peter? All the stuff we did on Earth, To bring pain and to suffer. Oh, dear man! Let me tell you something Just go and hang yourself on the hammock Between the shadowing coconut graceful tall trees! Enjoy some cake and tea, Feel the gentle breeze That cools all folly (That cools all folly) There... there, there! You see! Are, tons of things we can do our heart to please Some small and great pleasure. Let it all be (Let it all be) Let’s make life more simple Let our demands be little Then you’ll know happiness ever more and more! Then we don’t have to go on snatching land, Nor have we to hurry on converting man. It’s not how many in a belief system (It’s what become of them!) It’s not the name of a religious order (It’s what we make of the name!) It’s not how crowded a religion It’s how much into world peace their contribution. It’s not our words It’s rather louder our actions. What is going to be our legends In the long history of humans? Will it be right and just? Will it be noble and benevolent? Or just a grim picture Soaked in anguished bloody paint! Why always boast about our Heavenly root? Oh! Almighty God’s beloved children! While our life is tainted with all evil While our survival is the cost of others’ extinction! What is the mark of the ‘chosen’? Is it just the blood stain on your hands? Be it from animals or man’s! My dear brothers I wanted to write you a long loving letter With thousands of more questioning words But I am dumbfounded watching the madness of it all. Tell me, Tell me, Tell me When or will we ever represent Heaven on Earth? The Real Love” “What can I do with my heart? She wouldn’t let me free It hurts me so much daily With every misfortune I see. What can I do for the people? What can I do for the world? Always full of troubles! Always full of sorrow! What can I do with my heart? This little heart of mine! So little and so fine! This little heart of mine! Here’s what I’ll do with my heart. If the world doesn’t hurt Then my heart doesn’t hurt. That’s what I’ll do for my heart. That’s what I’ll do for my world.”
