In life,
Man has no better Place to live,
Than within oneselves' soul.
That's the only place where peace and harmony is assured!
No other place.

As they say, 'practise makes perfect',
I'm out speaking to birds in Chinese!
Maybe one day, i will know what i was doing!
"** kin t yaaah....
Shen zi! "
Allow me practice

The agressive have power,
To fall all the walls of impossibilities!
I'm one of them.

Do the unexpected,
Sit Patiently and wait,
People's answers you mark.
Now you know who you are to them.

My anger is out of my control,
I just can get angry with my own actions.

Straining my cells, this stress
Trailing thoughts, this dress
Restricting my judgments,it press
Evolving my face, what a duress
Succumbing to its threats,gress
Solutions inhibited, this stress.

The kick of a poor waking man is stunning,
It shocks the rich men,who would like their workers to remain poor forever.
The rise of a poor man is painful,
Contrary to his expectations!
Truly, burning dry grass, burns even the green leaves!
No good name describe a poor waking man, it's ******* and satanic.
To get a worker, why suppress the poor?  
Don't they have rights to lead better lives?
Don't they have next generations?
Don't they have guts for better food and clothing?
Why?
Why are you always paying them peanuts?
You want them to always lead a hand to mouth life?
What does pain you, for the succes of poor a chap?
Or you want to" assist "for always,
To ironically "care" for always?
You are comfortable "feeding" them, as the sweat to dine?
What's this pain?
When they wear rags and work under unknown pressure, it's your happiness?
I'm sorry, i will sue you.
In a court of no mercy,
Where justice don't prevail,
I will make sure you loose,
I will not feel your pain,
I will **** your ill fated spirits!!!!
Because your paing, releaves the poor man!