A Beautiful Dream Poem by illu 5501

Life is precious,
More precious is the purpose of life,
A dream to create,
For a world of peace and harmony.

We cry freedom, freedom for all,
What is freedom for me? With shackle in hand for others.
Birds fly in the open sky, with nothing to fear,
Why the same cannot be true for people everywhere?

Live and let live, that's what we should preach,
A world of rainbow and flowers, no one there to share,
That's not what any one desires?
We need a better world, a world where we all can smile.