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While harmony exists among the birds,
And among the grazing animals in their herds
There are still predators that rip the woollen fleece,
To feed their hunger from the other's peace.
You cannot paint a painting in one hue,
The background and the paint must be two,
Thus hate and love share the same soft bed,
And war and peace live inside your head.
We have compassion but it does not save lives,
It is not enough just acknowledging feeble cries.
Expressing compassion just to show we care,
While children starve and beg in vain despair.
For we who kill and maim, and look so sad,
Care nothing for the lives those people had.
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