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I Am


I am an introvert and a flexible human being

I wonder how long it would take for the world to unite as one

I hear the sound of a mother’s wails because her child was taken to heaven by wars

I see towers collapsed and people getting killed

I want to live without fear of destructions of my own species

I am an introvert and a flexible human being

I pretend to see the world as the place of peace

I feel that no matter how powerful or enormous a country is, a successful conquest with bloodshed is nothing, but cruelty and inhumanity

I touch the darkness of the night when the clock strikes twelve

I worry that one day, the world would be nothing, but a river of blood and evil crimes

I cry when innocent children wander around without a home nor family because of violence

I am an introvert and a flexible human being

I understand humans are just another creatures who fight for territories, greeds, life, and happiness

I say “Even the most terrifying beast doesn’t eat its own kind, how could the intelligent born humans kill one another without the blinking an eye?”

I dream that one day, the color red of blood disappear from the face of Earth and never come back

I try to change the world by changing the natures of those around me

I hope the time will come soon when every mankind understand the definition of peace and brotherhood

I am an introvert and a flexible human being.

 
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