An angel eye,
Lost in the crowd of strangers
Searching for justifying flesh
Beautiful brown eye,
Knocking the light of freedom
Weeping the iridescent love
WHERE, WHERE IS THE HAND FOR LOVE?
WHERE IS THE BOX OF FREEDOM?
WHERE ARE THE HEARTS OF BUTTERFLY?
WHERE IS THE SEASON SPRING?
WHERE IS THE BLOSSOM SKY?
WHERE ARE THE GREENS, THE PLAYS, THE JOYS?
Lock of pearl curls,
Weaved in a thread of harshness
Forced with the laws of finagle
Pretty strawberry lips
Singing the grieve of silence
Searching smile somewhere, nowhere
AND WHERE, WHERE IS THE HAND FOR LOVE?
WHERE IS THE BOX OF FREEDOM?
WHERE ARE THE HEARTS OF BUTTERFLY?
WHERE IS THE SEASON SPRING?
WHERE IS THE BLOSSOM SKY?
WHERE ARE THE GREENS,
THE PLAYS,
THE JOYS?
WHERE IS THE SWINGING BEATS
WHERE ARE THE SLIDING FUN
WHERE IS THE HOPSCOTCH,
THE NUMBERS,
THE LINES?
Where are they to you?
Where, where?
Invisible to the eyes of Golden Hello?
No more a child to the public?
Are they not tomorrow’s you???
I see you are called a ‘Human’, but is there more like a Human in you? You for sure don’t doubt calling yourself one but all that you are made up is with a flesh of lie, ribs of arrogance and a blood of selfishness.You are called ‘Human’ when you’re not worth of it. You are in real a beast disguised in human body when you don’t have humanity in you. You are selfish… You just hurt each other every once a while you breathe. You are every minute in a marathon race of hurting each other. Your pride is when someone calls you bad, you win! for you call them the worst. That’s when your so called society praises you, which itself is infected to infinite. But no! you like it all, don’t you?Your tongue lives but with ten million taste buds of lie in them. You love tricking and trading each other’s heart with all those poor paper squares’ which is the only thing you think you have, the only thing you think you need and the only thing you think you want.But now, I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you to go stand right in front of the mirror and read this. Read it from the top aloud, again and ask yourself, are you worth it? Calling yourself a ‘ Human’??????
free to fly!
Answer:
Cool, umh. I don’t like ‘money’, makes people conscious? :)
Freedom is all we need!