World pushes me
to work hard
and fight with might,
sacrifce and rise,
they say coffers will fill,
coffers or coffins
bother me nought
but where love gone
in such crude world?
love is work too I know,
love is laughter I feel
as much as tears fought,
won’t it be better
if work, fight and all
be done by proclaimed love
than by pain of unrequited love.
