Genocide

Ok, if some one likes to live in the lonely planet

In an isolated country of the world, in Iceland;

If some one wants to live in kalahari, Africa

Ok, within a veil, in buildings of Manhatten Island.

Why do you poke your nose for the hardship

For the eight hours imprisond lady secretary;

For those who got used to live in wild jungle

In deserts, mountains, even boats particularly.

Every body finds everybody's space to live in

You can't have all according to your high way;

All ways got charm and fun to hang on, live on

Why it has to be your way or no way, you say.

Let them survive and don't interfare in their lives

Since they have no complain, they have joy;

Whatever they possess and whatever they eat

Don't force them and don't treat them like toy.

Their dress, job, culture shouldn't bother you

You mind your business and keep a distance;

You can't write the rite if you are not a priest

Interfare only when life and death questions.