War truly is the monster
That eats peace like fire consumes wood
The cry of every soul is to put an end to war
Lives shattered, hearts broken homes destroyed
Nothing gained but the pain and the blood of the beloved
Man’s greed wants his gain
Be it truce or bloodshed
Why would he care for someone else
When he is his afrasiab gardens
It is us who made the world into a battle zone
We destroy everything we seek
Gentle soles die within and are no more
But perhaps there is a way
We can still make the world a place to live in
We should not let the petty things lure
He has given us a priceless gift
Let us share it for it belongs to each and everyone of us
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We can still make the world a place to live in We should not let the petty things lure He has given us a priceless gift Let us share it for it belongs to each and everyone of us , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , a hope in the end, , , the true spirit of humanity lies in the hope that one day every thing will be fine, , another grerat poem nosherwan, , , , , , , lovely 10