If our talking are told already
If our visions are exposed already
If our limitations are imprinted already
why should we live everyday
to make war
to kill peace-monger residents
why should we labor much
to toil our last bleed
to make alive the next to come on track
the journey extends so long
the ages to attain every rising
the conclusion a poet could paint
the much we have learned
a negligible part of truth
and
many much more
waiting to be excavated
by human wisdom!
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