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The Tribes of Babel

We’ve learnt to ignore oceans
Wake up to changing times
To rediscover with innocence
All boundaries are thin lines
 
Born under our different flags
Wrapped up in belief systems
Pain body, Pride, Psychic bags
Good & Bad, We’re all of them
 
The Tribes of Babel, the angels sent on
With the 1st and 5th note, the soul of a song
To paint graffiti without walls, in the air
Stairways to heaven, for the truly aware
 
To raise our sights and tear walls down
To tempt us to look within & all around
Facing strangers to find our selves
Singing out loud, in someone else
 
The Tribes of Babel, the angels sent on
With the 1st & 5th note, the soul of a song
To paint graffiti without walls, in the air
To celebrate all Earth while we’re still here
 

© Suraj Mani

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Yes, it is our ultimate goal...the feeling of togetherness...
 

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