An ideal world

Every year,
We sacrifice for love and peace
but the discord smells unpleasant,
spreading even among brethren.
where the Satanists invite to war
to defend the dignity of ancient State

Every year,
and our voice is still saying
How much we are hapless,
How long we are with no brow
ashamed of ejaculating others
with hideousness qualities

Every year,
physical things are important
but with no passionate feelings,
life is getting weird and boring
where one prefers death
for lacking ideal life ingredients

Every year,
I have a dream, not leaving me,
that the world will get united
to defend the childhood innocence
and struggle to eliminate the famine,
leaving the international wars aside