Human Rights as Seen by Me, Myself, the Nomad
As nomads do, I travel far and rise
In realms where diversity intertwines.
To seekers in hostels, I do confide
That the pursuit of peace must live worldwide.
It's good to know that outcry still brings peace
When we respect each other's human rights.
At times, our conflicts advance without cease,
And the poor end up living in campsites.
In every heart, let human rights arise.
Lasting love grows as good acts never end.
Let's walk with care and keep all hope alive
Since warmth ends war when helping hands extend.
No matter race, creed, religion or need,
We aid human rights by doing good deeds.
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