Ornette Coleman
Science Fiction
No mother t-to be
And no father to see
There I stood

Humans, they said
Are made from two
One being me
The other one you

How many enemies
Make a foe?

Don't raise my face
To clasp my way

The art of living
Is written in the
Bible

A child must exist
So be it

Woman and man
Love of god
God denial of death
My life
My life

My mind belongs
To civilization