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