The world is free tract

The world is a free tract When you give a bet You will perish like morning flowers succumbed when the sun arises It is free when the unrestricted battalion speaks for your favour Then you can live and see the joy of it Yet if gust whack is like inhabiting in the creek that called for perishable Nevertheless, men who are born of silver survive to conquer if the wave is too much However, men who born with blacksmith iron run to the government thought that is an open zone like the world Not knowing that parliament is the problem of the world The government would have helped the unhappy to appreciate the world Only if he permits the trip to be by air like aerospace striding smoothly in the space But he gallops on rough surface it suffers the destitute still the poor acknowledge that the world will be independent furthermore. Kaleka Nwazu