When I was a child I was told that blood is thicker than water In short, I was to stick closer to blood And be careful of the water But the same people taught me That water is life That I am made of seventy five percent water And without water I would die As I grew older I realize that blood cannot survive without water Only in their unity There is continuity of flow So it explains the existence of my father and mother Who bore me; their blood But were definitely to each other water I also realized that there was plenty of water before there was any blood I do not question the wisdom taught me by men of old But I add to the stock of knowledge they have piled That the thickness of blood would be toxic without water That water was before blood That water makes 75% of the earth and can be found everywhere Water can wash away blood till it is not seen But blood cannot wash away water And that the only hope for the human race Is mixing freely
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