One After One
When a word rymes itself,
A tune breaks up as a tide,
Comes up to touch a sore,
One after one,
Produces a natural music.
Word after word,
Produces a ryme wave,
Until body doesn’t exist a spirit,
That helps a body,
To start to dance and sing
with his emotional feelings.
A body enjoys joy and pleasure,
Muscle removes tension and
Reduces burden of thoughts,
And produces peace
For mental relaxation.
When music plays on instruments,
Plays a horrible and good tunes,
As word helps to assemble,
Music is a collection of word sounds,
That fires a living sense.
If you are wise, don’t make me fool.
If a person is human why is he so cruel?
Why is a human poor? Because
Intelligence is holding the upgrade tool.
Is your main function human exploitation?
Is your main function human degration?
Do you think a man wants to live as human?
Are you n’t developing a insulted nation?
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