Weapons, bombs, and deaths shadow our conscience,
as we fight for land and power and riches.
Unwary of the lives lost and feelings hurt,
Our great world plunges into darkness-
a trench of hatred and envy,
Gloomy clouds veil the warzones
strewn with blood and ash;
Golden jars full of empty desires stand before us,
Besides nectar of immortal peace-
But we choose the former
heartlessly.
Look what we have done to ourselves.
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