The Missings Poem by kemurl fofanah

Up and down its goes
Its bounce quicker than quick
Round and round its goes
Its spins faster than light
Its cannot controls our mind
Our shape is changing
Our body is wearing out
Everyone wants to see them
We have searched the world
The world only share rumor about their passing
No one knows where they lived
No one knows their next moves
Some say they have no vision
Some say they fear the crowd
Why are they so proud?
Why cannot they be bought?
Why cants they fight?
Why do they allow their opposite to sleep everywhere?
Why cannot they be invited?
Anyone if you ever see justice and liberty tell them say the majority need them