Can you tell me per favor?

I am not a connoisseur

Is not that the waited for

By the measures and scores?

Man ending in the store

Why you give an hour more?

Are we really to the fore?

We are bad to the core

We have made it all sore

We have shut all the doors

We have eaten all the boars

Herbivores and carnivores

We have nothing to amour

Can you just see the tore?

Stabbing bulls to the core

No mercy anymore

All pleased with the gores

We have taken all the floors

It is a pity for the lore

Since ever since a yore

Let me let me tell you more

Seven days seems a more

More pain more sores

More blood more wars

Onshore and offshore

Indoor and outdoor

We are bad to the core

Seven days seems a more

We have muffled all the pores

We have changed all the spores

We have nothing to adore

Only pets we restore

Each other we ignore

Each other no amour

I can tell you much more

I am hurt to the core

Seven days seven wars

Seven days seven hors

Don’t give a minute more

Why are there still monkeys, or ancestors, on earth?

Why is man arguably so unique as a creature?

Do emotions evolve?

How did the force that executes evolution come?

Don't some matters go beyond man?

How good an accountist and a statistician man can be?

Does the concept of infinity really belongs to man? Where do our thoughts come from?

Why are humans believers and non-believers?

Away from evidence, don't you feel that the universe is not left to itself?

Why do you think people ever believe in God?

Today or tonight we are all here. This time we decided to come altogether for you. We all wanted to honor you on your birthday. Each one of us just feels it in the air, it is a must. We are in endless numbers flooding here like an avalanche and nothing would halt us. We are so grateful, and it is thanks to you. We could be anything you incubated and wrestled to preserve. A brother and a sister of his, an old woman and a son of her smiling, an old man and a granddaughter of his, a rich man and a miserable guy happily on dinner, a young boy who ceased mocking or looking with scorn, a man who never made his family disgraceful, we could be writers and activists working to lift up morality, a man who cheats not, steals hates not, harasses not, envies not, a man in the service of man, or a man who triumphed over selfishness and devilish racism, we could also be a clan of Buddhist and Muslims living together with harmony, we could be individuals who do not drag behind unthinkable stereotype of others, we are people who discard anything that escalates into wars and bloodshed. Thank you for standing this ruthless against betrayal and greed on their way to slip into our hearts, we could have just sold each other for illusions, we could have been the ugliest of all sorts of things, and indeed you were right, nothing compares to respect and dignity, to the pervasiveness of morality, yes you are right, morality is not only in books, it is right in the air.

Again, thanks a lot…