Of the Morning Song in Procession

We have broken our earth into black and white,
We are overtaken by the territorial conflicts and fight,
We are separate among ourselves
in the name of cast and creed,
We thereby dishonour our own genesic seat,
and has lost soil from beneath our feet.

Let the world flag the ultimate bar
that there shall be no war,
No one will die
No one will suffer.

Let the hope build up
that the sun must be up,
Now the oath needs to be taken up
that we shall get up
whlist of the dawn darkness still stayed up
And we shall set out to the street
on singing this call-up.