Oh,life is just too short

To worry about the things

You really hate the most

Everything or maybe almost

Maybe I'm too radical

Because I like to criticize all

I should be more positive

Be happy and more active

But does it really matter

Because no one seems to listen

And shall I feel any better

After you have read this preaching letter?

I know I am not perfect

In contrary, I might be a jerk

But for all people who care

Love, trust, respect, be fair

What I'm trying to say

Is difficult to explain

Instead of slagging each other off

Help each other, then we're better off

But all these lies and excuses

Narrow-mindedness and abuses

They make me feel so sick

Like everyone is calling me a dick

You might say 'what a nerve'

A bullet is what he deserves

But at least I try to respect

All you do is reject

Why can't we build bridges

Instead of building walls

Why not being active

Instead of criticizing all

What a nerve-for you and me

What's the truth?-What we can't see?