8.9

And it's when the earth rumbles and the seas part that people begin to think ... Oh my God why?
But we don't think when the flowers blossom or when babes cry, oh my God why?
Or when the people chant and sisters embrace, oh my God why?
The dragonflies in wonderment keep the children of the ghetto lakes,
Oh my God why?
Hearts filled with love and lust, embracing in warm ecstasy...
Oh my god why?
Combusting into spontaneous song and dance
Oh my god why?
For my brothers and sisters,
Oh my God why
For the beauty and the beast,
Oh my God why.