They have forgotten,
It is hard for them to believe,
They are children of Adam,
Too hard for them to conceive.
The fruit has separated them,
They live in their own pride,
Bridges cannot be built,
The distances are too wide.
The poor one, begging on the road,
He is, your brother, I am sure,
Go help your brother,
You will never feel alone.
Don't drink for you are lonely,
There are many who need your help,
When you help the needy,
You do yourself help.
R.A.Jacob