see the people,
around the world,
and the pace is different,
colour or creed,
the blood they bleed,
is the same?
Peter Pan's and Wendy's,
listen to what they say,
pull back and think,
before you reach,
down and kill,
wars after peace,
peace after wars,
always goes wrong
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I would like to translate this poem
poeple live with love and hate, in they hearts. keep up the nice work