love will win

love is rare
hate is everywhere
we are getting nowhere
anger is in each eyes
everyday somebody somewhere dies
there is no compassion anymore
misery is at every door
I can feel the fear in the air
people are in panic everywhere
love is a thing of past
hate is spreading very fast
nobody's feeling safe anymore
killing is at every door
but I still believe
somewhere, somehow
bud of love will bloom again
and it will erase the hate
in mankind once again.

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