The world of ideals

It’s a pity, this world isn’t ideal, It’s a pity, we’re defect. We, people are sinners. It’s banal, we’re rebuild the Paradise by ourselves. We live with such laws, Which we’re devise here It’s uncomfortable on the throne. And somebody likes the dirt. And someone flies on the wings of glory. But felt before despair, fright, shame Another is sitting on the bench forever, And with all power envy him. We are afraid of changes and forward We stop the development in front, Dress on sat veil Each of us is a poet for himself. We are filling up the world with angry, Hate and the pain of betrayal. And after coming of the guest It’s every glad to see a baby. Maybe, the hope lives in us, That this baby will make the world better. Messiah will be created by love, Will give to evil from Good answer. But everyone came by the same way In the world as innocent baby. That’s why don’t look for the idol, Become the ideal by yourself.