"From the highest point of my house" I bid good-bye to my poems going off to humanity...

People fight for freedom...
People fight against the power...
People fight against the people in power...
People fight for justice...
People fight for a better life...
People fight for daily breed... 

Again this is like the story of:

And there was a land, which I suppose,
Where everyone had a crooked nose;

And the crooked nose that everyone had
In no manner did make him sad.

But in that land a man was born
Whose nose more straight and clean was worn;

And the men of that land with a public hate
Killed the man whose nose was straight.

All that I think and feel,
And so to wake the world;
But I am dumb and cannot sing,
Dumb as You clouds before the 
Thunders break.
Feel that I think like:

The story of Salomon Waste.
Always hurrying yet never in haste
He fussed and worked and toiled all frothing
And at the end of all did nothing.
This is the story of Salomon Waste.
And the world do nothing at all.