Life and Death come so natural
With children being born here
cooing and crying in the place rural
with people dying in places so drear
People gather together at birth
to celebrate life as it is today
People gather to bury someone in earth
crying and sceaming to their sad dismay
Immaturity is so big
In the beginning which it is
Maturity grows swig after swig
before their journey into the abyss
Without the majority of the world
who would rule when the flag is unfurled?