Greed has torn off society sparkling wings,
fleeing the ugliness that resides within,
Society see the desperate conditions?
That humanity is muddled up in.
What is so sweet that life is all about sin?
Without faith freedom is incomplete,
Right from wrong we even can't explain,
We miss much and cry too late.
With conscience out of life we can tell,
Another person anything that's on our mind,
And know that all nationalities has free will,
Till their inept culture is refine.
From sore throat right down into the soul,
New age wants to free man from his pain,
But I see stain windows continue to control,
Redemption on man the things of sin.
That reverberates and goes deep within,
Many have not changed their heart,
Only changed membership to begin,
Where association left blank space to start.
Freedom waits at every mans gate,
Hopes get closer when a path is bending,
We are possess by the things we hate,
But leave only thoughtful prints in the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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