One After One

When a word rymes itself, A tune breaks up as a tide, Comes up to touch a sore, One after one, Produces a natural music. Word after word, Produces a ryme wave, Until body doesn’t exist a spirit, That helps a body, To start to dance and sing with his emotional feelings. A body enjoys joy and pleasure, Muscle removes tension and Reduces burden of thoughts, And produces peace For mental relaxation. When music plays on instruments, Plays a horrible and good tunes, As word helps to assemble, Music is a collection of word sounds, That fires a living sense. If you are wise, don’t make me fool. If a person is human why is he so cruel? Why is a human poor? Because Intelligence is holding the upgrade tool. Is your main function human exploitation? Is your main function human degration? Do you think a man wants to live as human? Are you n’t developing a insulted nation?