The idea of a World Anthem seems futile—
A hymn to 'Kill at a Spray, Those Who Resist.'
Strife brews in every corner; fractures run deep.
Why dream of unity in a world unyielding?
Instead, let each family craft its own anthem,
A song to bind their hearts amidst the chaos.
For the world is, was, and always will be fractured.
No utopias, no illusions—only the truth of discord.
Shall we not dream smaller, yet more tangible dreams?
A shared peace within families, if not nations.
MyKoul
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