I do not like fatalities to deal with,
I never felt exhaustion from my life.
I do not like whatever time or season,
When I’m not singing songs to my delight.

I do not like cold-bloodiness of cynics;
I don’t believe in merriment and more:
Or when a stranger sees my mail and reads it,
While leaning on my shoulders for support.

I do not like when one of halves is missing,
Or when a conversation goes off track.
I do not like when someone shoots from distance,
I also much against shots at point-blank.

I hate diversions, hesitations’ fledglings,
The gossip game, the needle of ranks and class.
Or how we always ruffle someone’s feathers,
Or when we scratch with steel against the glass.

I do not like the confidence of nourished,
I’d rather have a failure of my brakes!
It bothers me that honor is long buried,
Instead we honor slander in its place.

If I can see a pair of wings that’re broken,
I won’t feel any pity or remorse.
I do not like both violence and softness,
But yet I pity Jesus on the cross.

I do not like myself when I’m a coward
I feel resent when innocents are hurt.
I do not like when someone pushes forward,
Into my soul, and stabs me in my heart.

I do not like arenas and high stages,
Where bartered cash and millions are alike.
So let it be that future brings big changes,
It never will be something that I like.