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Created on: August 14, 2009 Last Updated: August 20, 2009
The Childhood,
My Heaven-hood!
I think, in the whole World, as I was born;
With no Fear, to be Torn!
As I grow, I got smaller;
I was suffocated with increasing Borders!
An World was my Motherland;
As I was born,(The Whole World was my Homeland)!
My Mother, My Father, My God was my All Power;
No Fear, but All Dear, I was born with God without Border!
Pine-tips were touching the Heaven,
My Climbing Mind to Heaven was Even!
From the Greedy & Evil Political Leaders, (To Hear);
To Realize The World's War & Fear;
Now My Mind is Now Far Away;
I am pulled back now Far Away!
Heaven is not, now, no more, Near,
Crossing The Childhood(I am now Living, in the Lies & Hell, just, only, with A Lot Of Fear)!
Now, I do not live in the World(My Country is now my Smaller Home);
I lost my Motherland(The World), now, I am the slave of The Negative-Wisdom!
Now, I am the Legal Slave of the Political Evil Greedy Leaders;
I am Legal, as long as I would be Silent with the Hidden Pain & Fears!
In the World, I was born(World is our Motherland);
God, Childhood, Heaven,(We are born in World, One Homeland)!
We would get back our Motherland(as One World), with The Time & Education;
We would be born again in Complete World, (with the Progress & Advancement of Civilization)!
Civilization is still Fresh like that in Childhood;
To Advance & Grow more, we need to be in Humane-hood!
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