Here I'm with my pencil to paint
clueless I was, Thoughts have gone
What kind of art for unconscious minds
To appreciate my brush on paper
An Image of a world that never been
No hungry children, and no orphans
Best world, with eternal peace
I started with Globe and green that lasts
No poisoned air, With no oil fields
Different species of animals in savannas
No threat and no fear for their kind
The birds in the trees singing for the sun
at last the rest from hunter's gun
Crocodile in swamps, swimming like a king
I proceed with people in different lands
black, white together they coexist
Muslim or Christian, their blood is red
No war for land that never been owned
Helping each no one has to starve
Giving and caring as a human tribe
Lovers in the hills, no jealousy to fight
A land of knowledge as weapons, no one is dead
Injustice is a concept that never exist
Never been an orphan without a home
All as in everyone, nobody is alone
I paint this world in different forms I think
But it was just hope from a damaged brain
My paint is there in the museum of Peace
Serenity and life full with love
Too many suffering I have seen
Could you be proud and stop to think
To change oneself, for the sake of innocent
Happiness of this world, never last an hour
Take a walk in the streets, tell me how you feel
Look inside your heart, eliminate the sins
Oh humans how sorry I felt
With too much sympathy used in wrong place
Women in the streets used like an objects
To satisfy the needs of a Wayward son
Who left his wife, struggling to raise a kid
With no support for what so called her family
Why the loneliness, Lover killed himself
Why the wars, children have died
Why the destruction in the name of God
Why is the question without a solid answer
Why never solved the problem
Actions speak louder than voice
