The world is full with beauty.

With its landscape,

With its people.

 But there are many things hidden.

Unspeakable,

For some are forbidden.

The world is seen as a place for pride,

But when it rains,

There’s nowhere, where one can hide.

One man may have thousands and thousands of power,

Doing what he desires,

But there’s always still a bee or a flower,

Having no power, but still surviving.

If some of us shared a little love,

Then the rest of us wouldn’t be able to fly like doves.

Have a place call home,

And be set free from poverty.