Here is a little rhyme I wrote one night:
Despite the genious of humanity,
there is still no remedy to curve poverty.
Human lifes become liabilty to society,
Poverty interms create villiany.
Rich rejects the poor is it a possibility?
I am going to use my creativity,
to benefit my people and my family.
To create unity,
in this world of war and hostility.
Art is not the end all of all human tragedy.
We as human should study the beauty of all
nationality.
Open up the minds of the young and curiousity,
let them understand the power of unity.
Strength builds upon from true sense of creditablity.
If one can trust another there'll be no need
for authority.
I am afraid that might never happen in my
longitivity.
Cos' human instincts have made us cold and
greedy,
awaiting for the coming of the eternity.