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.
Copyright © Yuliia Behen | Year Posted 2024
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