Do the way the clouds define against the sky,

Bother anyone but me?

Does the government not suppose the idea,

To let everybody be?

Is it not enough to live alone,

Were it just ghosts who breathe?

Human instincts don't define,

Who lives against the ways to die,

Pacifism kills the irony of call,

Even those who refuse to fall,

Be it insistent,

It will never survive us all.