I don’t know why
people are strange
‘cause never want to make a change
I might look
the same at their own eyes
My poetry no new ways tries
I always search
reasons of life
And I dislike all
human strife
I‘ve been long
time singing of love
Something like
more a mourning dove
I claim for peace
and brotherhood
I fear to be
misunderstood
I cry the times
have gone away
I should depart
but still I stay
Never will change
a poet’s heart
Always will live
the world apart
That’s our fate I
might believe
Can’t never
get what we conceive!
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