Why there is controversies at all
Why there is conflicts we continue
Why we humans quarrels ourselves
Why we couldn't live the life, smooth?
Why conflicts are changed to diplomacy
And solved the issues sitting by
Why the intelligence we gained used
In such a way, in exchange of views.
Why we prefer ethnicity more important
Why we boast upon the individual belief
The genuineness of conscience lies somewhere
Then why we can't keep ourselves from crisis?
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