One way, without finding a goal
Faith, without ever believing
Understanding, without ever asking
Failure, without ever starting.
The war that I saw,
the suffering without any blood,
was not with weapons
was just our thoughts.
The attacks on two, three, more sides,
drew their paths.
The song that I hear in my heart,
the pain that I see,
the conversations that can be heard,
the doors which were never open.
Confused and with no line, no path.
To believe what everyone would have thought
to understand, what everyone would have understood,
to do what everyone would have done.
I do not know,
only the good will triumph.
All sides are good,
all sides are bad,
Tolerance, a word of power, without limits,
Tolerance, a word of power, without value.
The state of the failure, the loss,
Unbearable, but without complains,
as we move away,
Failed, without ever have started.
It is the faith, without believing,
A way without ever finding a goal.
The poem above is a little poem about the ideological conflicts now happen in the world.
Let us stop this stupid war. Please.
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