Keep Protesting When You See An Evil

From an unknown kingdom Like the waves of winds Days come sometimes cold Sometimes warm like phantom They return, too, to that kingdom Within a wink so many days gone Yet I do not understand The beginning of - or the end of - - The present is not clear also What’s the meaning of all these things? Out of fear my soul whispers When you are not sure about anything Wisdom tells to stay inside and play safe Keep refining and remain pure In protest you can see all the meanings Keep protesting when you see an evil