World Without Strife

E:         In a world without strife

            Wouldn’t that be the perfect life?

            To be without worry or care

            Not to have people stop and stare

            I wish I can go home

F:         And when prepared, to roam!

            To leap above stereotypes

            And dodge worthless hypes.

            But in a perfect world,

E:         Would everything be just a mold?

            I hope there would be a night,

            Without a single or big ol’ fight.

            Where is the justice?

            Where is the right?

F:         Someday, I think, we’ll reach the brink

            Of Chinese water torture and vanishing ink.

            So afraid we will become, of war,

            That the Cold War will surface once more…

            A thousand years, a thousand tears