Humanity Shame

Some thousands of writings,

That compliments her as blaze and beautiful moon.

When axe is brought to pick this blossoming flowers.

That's a humanity shame.

When we claim, women came after men, without her pain, we fail inheritance.

To that milk smelling infant or the

School going lasses,

when we say, be careful about the world,

Then that's humanity shame.

It's just a Misty flower we know, why this insane arrogance of thirst on that Young blood.