War and Hatred

Call me when tomorrow comes,
For today hurts too much.
To tread on the broken shells
And see the corpses of children
Scattered on the ground,
To turn humans into weapons,
Brother against brother.
It is simply too much.
We are not bred for hatred,
Nor raised for War
But still the world is full
Of death and destruction.
Wake me tomorrow
When we are all at peace,
And happiness reigns surpreme.

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