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War is blind Doesn’t spare an adult, old and a child. Brutally devour the families, friends and the moments of happy times. War is hazardous Always seek for destruction Doesn’t value blood, bread and the safety of the nation. War is merciless. Snatches the upcoming generations’ dreams. Scatters mindlessly every resource and chances to flourish. War is inhumane. Robs the basic necessity of life. Force lives to struggle for food, clothing and shelter. War is a snatcher of life.

I am not from the white race Nor from the black race I belong to the human race. Same race, spreaded across the continents, Beautifully distributed between zones and belts. A race that’s defined by its nature and environment. The very same nature and environment have shaped me inward out. I am very sure it’s not mine nor anyone else’s fault. Isn’t it amazing how these zones and belts bring about varied features among the human race? Isn’t it a good chance to celebrate the ric