Your mind is so fertile,
It blossoms in any soil,
You don’t need no artificial oil,
If you use it to the fullest,
Peace will abound the world over,
No product of mind malfunction
Will explode, encouraging;
Operations like “kill them all!”

No interventionist,
Telling about the new hiccups,
New wars, all in the world,
Why not watch the colors;
Those colors of the peacocks,

It will surely ring the bell that;
We are all equal,
When you truly mine the riches of your mind,
You see clearly the pictures,
Of the culture of love, the culture that should reign
Throughout the world,

Barricaded by no endemic,
None, skeptical of another
Embracing like brothers and sisters,
And dancing the way you understand,
In one peaceful mind.