To Inhale a Religion
Who help us to inhale the air
Since our birth;
We didn’t ask nor buy the breathing air;
Air is man’s first freedom!
Even in the area covered by smoke, fog
In a stinky, yucky, bloody smell
Or in the air pollution environment
We must breath to survive.
To love! To hate!
To respect or to dismay
An item, an animal or a man
Depend on our preference;
We don’t need to buy nor been bought.
To worship
Any religion or any sect
Depend on our desire,
Like to inhale the air:
The primary freedom of man’s life!
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