World War or Peace?

Noah had three sons who had three wives that were bold.
The Earth was set to be destroyed with all her gold.
Forty days and forty nights it did rain.
All life as it was known washed away with all pain.

Human skin color cannot be changed as of yet.
Life on the Ark was not fun.
We who live today are from Noah and his seed.
We entities all are related indeed.

War teaches our children to hate.
Peace comes when family sees good in all others.
Why can we not clean up this planet?
Instead of bad let us look up to our Mothers.

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