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We as humans make tales,
Tales about children, adults, or bloodline trails,
Tales about snow, spring, or rainy weather,
Also about fall, summer, or lovers.
Some humans tell their life with humors,
But some of them tell it with horrors.
Some humans live to continue living,
or some of them life with struggling.
What is the meaning of life when one part of the world tells how lilies blooming,
While the other part trembling under bombing?
When their land is taken away,
When their houses are destroyed.
Some of them just don’t know how the world’s run by political elites,
They only know how missiles shatter city streets.
Maybe it is about ambitions,
About obsessions,
Or about invasions.
So, what is the meaning of humanity?
Is it mercy, or merely another form of vanity?
We proclaim that humanity is about kindness,
Yet the truth whispers that humanity is the qualities that make us humans,
Upholding principles such as righteousness, truthfulness, and fairness.
The existence of world peace cannot replace,
So that inequality does not rise to the surface.
If we have no sympathy for human pain,
The name of human we cannot retain.
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Written by Ligar Amellea Razuanur
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