What Man have done [Song]

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WHAT MAN HAVE DONE
By Noora Noor

Man made the jet planes fly,
To rain man bombs from way up high
No man can run, no man can hide
From what man have done.

Man drinks the mighty rivers dry,
To bring man cities electric light
No man can run, no man can hide
From what man have done

Man made the stock exchange,
To give the rich a little more pocket change
No man can run, no man can hide,
From what man have done.

See what this world has become since Adam and Evie - we've run out of Eden,
How much more of a man can deserve to stand before the story's done
When Judgment comes, where man's gonna run, ruh-run, ruh-run, ruh-run?

Man sends his boys to war and never tell them boys what they're fighting for
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done.

Man puts man in chains,
Man make plenty money from another man's pain
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done.

Sing it ladies...

Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Noora Noor. I first encountered this lament in the poem, "Lines written in early Spring" by William Wordsworth. The poem was written in April 1798 and is as relevant now as it was then. 

Lines Written in Early Spring
By William Wordsworth [1770 - 1850]

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ‘tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played:
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare