The lines tracing the sacred lawn to where love resides now broken on the head of humanity with darkness Where wars and bombs could see through The hollows struck and...
Woe! To the weeds on fields For their days are numbered still Woe to he weeds on fields! For they daily strive with planted seeds Their end will be without...
Puncture the balloons of our past sailors, Foul smell will cry all around. Pump out the waters in their bellies, Flood of riches will visit the poor. Trace the cables...
A People's Hope. Life... A damsel I have, nor can I call my wife Is whom I cannot call my own But people are admiring and courting her with daring-belief......
It is yet this confusion train This victory, the change and noise of doom I have begged the thought a flick of freet And muster the strength to sing...
it is the birthday of a new reign in march to promote the superiority of the hoi polloi we all march Let's forget about the gold and the silvers The...
The glaring dirts of the surroundings, Flung opened by the merciless litterings, Resulting into a chaosy flood; Ruining heres and ruining theres. It's disheartening to see, oh citizens, The unhealthiness...