Storm inside the world and say How it becomes unjust How it detours freedom today. A human (is a human) is a human, And dare not to trail their souls away. . No meaning but ... demeaning in the weekend march Sin and despicably gross. Must it go; must it go?! Humiliating. . The stream of the American life soon Inside be engulfed with shame and more. A leader who cared; a fellow American Or a train of disgrace and a dump. . Push them down to their graves Lead them around towards: HELL. Make earth's crust shine to tell. . Tears of ascending angels shed Like tropical drops of rain And they weep And they grieve of pain From humiliation degrading The soul and humanity affairs. . Give freedom to the free They shall awake Prosperous In the dawn of reproduction line of life. . With arms folded as standing astride Redemption of goodness crawls Disabled and dismounts, And outburst of evil and affliction Breed well in heaps: An ailing soul is no nature's order to comfort. . Shall human rights assume the most sordid rank Not in human nor the despicable Kingdom of norms; Shall they be the downers for you and me; Shall they prevail as they reek? Ask the capitol It should know how to dare When to stop (How awful). . A prayer for wisdom; its question The world shall as usual watch Is this a second turning point Or a return of the prehistory? Let it be not and nor. Daily lives may see no conflict, With time principles again hurt Standards exclaim and roar (sin's pour) . May the world see by the dome of freedom An assembly man and man in hand and .... Woman and woman, With evil demon (are they a human race?) . You say you support, you are You say you are, you are Turn away silently, are you not Say no do no And in harmony with nature you blend . Its the coarse of humans Its the destiny at large Things may change Things may reappear But all in all Some things stay Or should remain the same With or without the power of yours. . As the purpose of being ... commences in diminishing Clouds of vagueness appear In the rooms of going ahead In the gloms of the day And the darkness of the nights: (Days blend not, nights blend not) . When a night sticks to a night When a day sticks to a day Its a structure of "blues" in the cosmos Its a transparent sphere to demean Where not meaning to conquer To live for or redeem. . Human rights are rights to honor humans To advance to create and insure happiness In the right (not wrong) path For guidance and travel. They posses power to change To better not to worsen; So why should all listen. Is it strange or ... is it the 'political disease' in the soul?