Some people kill the thing they love
Some others the thing they hate
Some people kill with their weapons
Some others with a flattering word
Some people kill out of kneejerk reaction
Some others brutally calculating
Some people kill with a great speech
Some others without a tone
Some people kill with great joy
Some others with a tear
Mankind seems to be a killing field
With dead bodies and souls
It is a contradiction to men's intellect
It is a contradiction to the beauty of us all
We want to help each other
we want to serve with glee
Destruction sail your way
Creativity will stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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