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A better world?

Rain soaked city streets, perfect day for friendly tweets , coffee and cigarettes all together.
Not a day for military marches , uncanny noises of boots, sirens and alarms.
A day that may never come , 'cause tomorrow , the drones will fly with superiority.
Men , women and children, sleeping tonight , had their meals shared. Wake up, never, today is the perfect day.

Tomorrow , maybe we'll see the same slick black cars rampaging the city streets again.
No peace.No rest.
Can all of us, be not live in hunger?
And can all of us, be not proud of what we are together?
Can a system be changed while living in it at the same time?

We are parasites.
We can only destroy and be less appreciative.
We can let a farmer starved to death.
We can murder an unborn girl child.

Never, we'll walk the same road together.
Never, we'll mix colors into one.
Never, we'll exist for a world that a hungry kid imagines.
Never, there can be a better world than this.

Perhaps, give a gun and see how it goes?
Who would he kill. Himself?



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