standin’ in my garden
all by myself I stand
tryin’ not to fret
over events in a faraway land

wanderin’ in my garden
just walkin’ to ‘n fro
wonderin’ when mankind
will evolve ‘n grow

strollin’ round my garden
dead rose petals on the path
wonderin’ if current events
are a sign of my Lord’s wrath

just pacin’ in my garden
in a chilly evening sun
musin’ on the return of love
‘n the day racism is over ‘n done

all alone in my garden
on the cement wall I sit
how ‘n why has all this happened –
when did everything turn to shit?

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