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Will the hatred ever run out of steam,
and there be a day when it end
Am I hoping for a dream within a dream,
how much more humanity to bend?
From the oldest tales,
to the newest breeds sown
While we stood weeping at the grave,
the seeds of war had grown
Guns as their favorite toy,
In every bullet they took pride
Bombed all our temples of joy,
not spared even the newly wed bride
While the poor toddler cries for food,
his mother is mourning his soul
Power houses as we self brood,
Yet in love, a seeping hole
At the age of a...