O, beauty!
To possess such grace
With angelic face
Driving all men in a daze
The women want a taste

Dare I say I didn’t admire her
For such traits
Tenderness in her strength
Patience in her hope hung
Her touch created to amend
And her bravery unsung

All is conquered
Without bad deeds
But most of them bleed
Those blood weren’t wasted
For every blood spilled by her blade
Is owned by the crooked

O, dauntless!
Yet gentle in every touch
I’ve never encountered a creature as such
To be loved by her
No greatest man have that much

What are we?
Merely bones and flesh
Walking in the jungle full of beast
Fooling with everybody else
And live with nothing left

Talking nonsense
And left meaningful words unsaid
Being loud and silent
At the same time

What do we want?
Nothing seems satisfying
For we are creatures of greed
Shouting to the world
We want to be free

Why do we feel the need to live by society?
Where we can't be free
You do realize
We have an obligation to be who we are