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In this journey there is no winner
In it some turned their backs on the fighters
In hate, the hate we give-brings forth
All to destruction, we must recognize
We are imperfect, we strive for-perfection together for
Not as a group, minority or majority
Not as a race, color or white
Not as a age, old or young
Not as a role, woman or man
Not as a religion, to all
Let us not point fingers
But we look forward as humanity- we shall tolerate, forgive, love, live, acknowledge
It’s no segment in math let it be insanities or a nightmare if it is a circle, Letting histories be a value of story books.