Fighting has never achieved unity.
The act of conflict itself...
Demonstrates division,
And isolates.
Hatred does not piece together victories.
Nor does a stubbornness to inflict...
A way of life for one,
For another does not benefit!
A destructive chaos is all that remains,
And sits!
Until an evilness is resisted.
To allow peacefulness to exist!
How is this done?
A respect for diversity.
And contributions made to humanity.
Achieved and acknowledged by everyone,
Under God's Moon, Stars and Sun.
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