Cocooned Man clings to its Dark Age
Which bring forth-another complacent age.
The globe tosses and turns
And its continents like bed sores burn
As Man seeks ethnic cleansing
In search of individual liberty.

The human soul is lost
Boiling complacency in a global pot
As if Man is in search of its identity
In the individualizing society.
Specializing the individual’s gift
Without a greater worldview we lost our unity.

We are in search of a common goal,
A new worldview and a new soul
Than to maintain a historic view.
As the global cocoon release the minds of a few
It bring water to the desert, called dew
And slowly the complacency will change
When individualism formulates a new unity
Of the global citizen society.