Creative people are fragile beings: incomprehensible to the world of their day and age, seeking justification of their thoughts and dreams in a world that discards new ideas
Although it may appear that the world is no longer in conflict, and the era of expanding kingdoms have subsided, the balance of peace is unstable. The world, as of today, sits on a powder keg of differing views and ideologies. All it takes is a spark to ignite and explode the earth. The bigger question, are we leaving the earth for a new species to take over as superior beings?
Who gave you the right? To fight and bully the desperate, To divide, and separate, To cruelly blame the innocent.
Who gave you the right? Don't you see people suffocate, And endure a terrible fate, Yes, the people whom you berate.
What have you achieved with hate? Doesn't the conscience ever satiate? Doesn't it ever feel that it is enough? Aren't you tired; don't you want to stop?