The world is full with beauty.
With its landscape,
With its people.
But there are many things hidden.
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.