By Arcassin Burnham

Imagination runs free without a trip,
Or even a single pill or needle,
They use to put flowers in the guns of the authorities
That held them from their destinies,
The land where the hippies rest and bring peace together,
Is the perfect place to spread all sorts of pollution,
And even since the beginning of time,
MAN knew there would have to be chaos in order to be
A perfect place,
But nothing and no one is,
So what is the case,
In fact
There isn't one,
And if there is only one,
There is no world,
We have to band together and build,
Fortify and construct,
We have to live , learn and love,
Non of the poverty to ever be released again,
We have to create the perfect place all over,
For a better human race.