For the first time in many lives,
There are those facing reality.
Some are now seeing...
That the taking away from someone else,
Does not guarantee...
What has been taken will last forever.
Especially when consuming is involved.
The ending of it if not replenished,
Is going to be felt.
And then there are those,
Who will not let others take from them.
Regardless of how they are depicted.
Terrorists, enemies or whatever.
And if those who start conflicts were so great.
Why do they depend on their greatness,
By the taking away from others?
And why do they have to create sensations,
For the sake of keeping their mental deformities sold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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