At wars, People who can not hear are utterly deaf, Those who can not see others are blind, and Those who can not see or can not hear, then They are absolutely dead... There is that wary language Which is different from all other languages... If the mind's sound is not heard well, then The whole life is greatly absurd and meaningless... One day that ongoing war will stop To make room for that brilliant peace... Only warlords prevail when There is no peace... Arms-traders are warlords' brothers Simply because they bring havoc to life... In spite of everything Tomorrow will be better... ______________________________________________________________________
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