Memoirs of an open mind

"My father's land, my mother's tongue
Misleading me so shamelessly
For many years I misbelieved
The hatred is the path for me.."

Mother where's your son? When has this begun? Who has been the fool?
No one was born to be a servant or a slave, could you tell me the colour of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the things said and done.
They can well overrun.
The power of one!