Title: Question

Theme: Environment, Politics, Freedom.

A life grew up in a form of a tree,

Providing essentials for living to thee,
A leaf that fall;
An insect crawl.
Oh, to have a peaceful world.

I adore this world that seems fantasy,

It grants me adrenaline and ecstasy,
An entire hope has sprawl,
A single dew drop will fall.
I’m afraid sooner or later,
This is the only way we could recall.

The shining pledge and plans for the environment;

Are they concealed or abandoned in the recent?
It was insisted but never persisted.
The objectives for our land are now tarnished and rusted.
A twisted ivy sprung to the hedge-maze mind of people,
It haunted them with their mindless acts towards nature.

Sands of time forewarn us to fear,

The future is no longer clear.
The hope for time ahead,
Are ominous to bleed;
As it was spread under the feet of the champagne socialist leader.
We beg you to tread softly, since you tread on us and eader.

The people’s knees are kissing the pavements,

Asking the leaders, “where are all the agreements?”
Promises for golden horizon of our nation,
Slipped beyond our reaches,
And they couldn’t give a reason.

We live in a chess game of vicious rulers;

A single move is a fatal flaw,
Every path we take is a very thin line,
Leading us to the darkest time.
And when crestfallen is on domain,
We'll get lost in the current of pouring pain.

And my mind became stained glass,

From the words of the people I am trying to grasp,
And when the light is flashed,
A thousand stories are unveiled from the past.
It echoes in the silent sleeps of ruthless rulers,
And in their fullness of mind, the thoughts have become intruders.
Nonetheless, they act divine and unbothered.

I expand my sickness of this government,

I’d like to scram and mock the laws of man,
Seems they controlled the sun as it rays,
As it began moving closer to its own truth and dread.

But how do we rage about the future?

Many of age, unforgettable and lost.
Overflowing on a whim, to drop a dirt and to float;
Like a boat, who made them pure vote.

We are reaching the flag of victory,

But our actions and choices are contradictory.
We tore the banners, and there were tears in the letters.
Have we forgotten the battle, or was it in a blur?
We had a wondrous time ruining and fighting for everything.

Free thyself from this chained restraint,

Sweeping away in this foiled ignorance,
And I’m taking this blow to fight back,
Knowing to barred your mind in this wicked leader's stillness.

But how long must I resist?

Till at last of this freedom feels,
For freedom makes man desire without pain.
Then let freedom be keep in vain,
But how many of us are free today?
Is mankind ready for this privilege?