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One together There's wind and rain and sleet and frost yet each within the weather's lost There's Sam and Jane and Joe and Heather We ere to think they're not together each but a leaf upon the vine. We ere to speak of mine and thine each but one pip within the grape Yet from the vine there's no escape. Be wine or water in the cup it matters not; it matters not. Be wine or water in the glass the blood that through the veins shall pass is red: though skin be dark or light - though mind be dull or erudite the blood that through the veins does swim heeds not the colour of the skin The blood that on the cross was spilt runs in our veins - proclaims our guilt; That selfsame blood runs in the veins of all mankind - our guilt proclaims and every single blood transfusion denies the national illusion - Transcending every Nation's bound One Universal blood is found. See then if seperate nationhood has any substance in the blood? Only within man's jealous mind does hatred breed unconfined Only within man's evil heart does hatred find the place to start; Only within man's evil will can hatred thrive and do its ill and 'tis from a corrupted soul that hatred works against the whole. It is so clear to see: It is so clear to you as me? Well' prick your finger then and see how blood runs from it easily; as easily then you may know THAT blood did from the cross once flow. See, Life is Whole: One blood, One vein The little links comprise one chain - The fire of life proclaims one spark as easily then you may know which issued from primeval dark Water or wine within the cup it matters not, it matters not. The water which we take as food within our veins is turned to blood. The greatest poet's greatest lyric, still would ill extol this hourly miracle. 'Twas but one word forever heard 'Twas but one spark that broke the dark; the links which had in chaos lain were gathered up to make one chain; One had to join these links together Sam, Jane, Jo and Heather One together |