Our bragging on earth
Bears an unending mirth
On a circle precinct of threshold
All our thoughts are unfold

Sadness of machines are built
To slain ones villain guilt
War, corruption, injustice, hatred, inequality all form of vices nourishes from our imagination

Sweetest of this is my imagination
Creates a new world
Hoping to mend sorrow sold
As it brings undying elation

My imagination sees the world behind black and white
Enwrapping it with abundance love
Erasing all vices with universal peace
As all embrace one with sparkling smile

Martin Ijir