Political Activist

What matter the pain or the will or the echo of man, Is hated more then speech or is left to blind to sort the wording out, Like a holocaust left to the death from swimming would you plague such a, Disaster as a disease or more of phenomena, Or lack of conscience of truth. Opportunity is not the lack of affection but the sooner of the attention, If words give meaning ideas from form laughter smile joins to pleasure, How have the idea of wait and change a reset button, At the hear beat of a pulse most be a measure, At the heart of a city there must be a crow, And at the heart of a man there be surely a soul, And if not where is pulse that bless for mankind, Dear god is grace among the living? , Like a story of a building levels of levels of stiff steps, Clear the landing just wait for it I think, As mankind will found it's balance.