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what will it take to make it stop?
the wars, the hatred, the pain, the death.
when will all of this cease at last?
who will come out on top?

senseless agony as lives are lost,
while over gravestones loved ones weep.
is it worth it? the medals and honors?
will they protect yhou from paying the final cost?

if everyone would simply step back,
to take a good look at all that we have.
and if we could simply overlook the past,
what in reality do we vitally lack?

we have family, we have friends,
we have food, and water.
everything our ancestors painfully sought after.
so why can't we simply make amends?

the world will fall
at the hands of us men.
because of greed and envy and power;
because we are solipsistic, egotistic; we crawl

in our final hour,
as the world around us crumbles,
we will share one thought, one heart, one soul.
each one of us grievously dour.

each one of us will think,
of all the pain that we have suffered.
and yet what truly matters,
away from we will shrink.

hatred greed and anger,
which connects us all as human,
which causes us to kill and maim,
will cause no plight thereafter.