Plead For A Perfect World Poem by Max Soon

Plead for a Perfect World


Reality, Fantasies, where do I live?
Beside the streets or under the trees?
With fairies that glide happily,
Or with men who work like bees?


Thousands of years men has lived,
From our ancestors to our kids,
fight to win, fight to live.
That's our ideology.


What a cruel reality,
Why cant we, live in peace?
No fighting, No killing,
Just pure love for you and me.


Let us all, be carefree,
Like the pixies in fantasies,
No struggling, No worries,
Let us start to live like this.