Word Is Now A Town

We may be too black or too white, We may be too yellow or too brown, Just helpless ordinary men or the elite, On our heads is a shining similar crown. We may be Asians, Australians or Africans, We may be Europeans or Americans, We are eggs of distant heavenly hens, With a romance that once came down. Buddhists, Hindus, Jews or Christians, Muslims or else we are chicks of aliens, We developed ink and developed pens, Wrote names forgetting common noun! I have put aside my old pen it's superstitious, I use key board of a computer it is conscious, Let it write the truth it's truthful and zealous, We all are humans and the world is now a town.