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Two Thousand and Fifteen

2015 The year of two thousand and fifteen, has not been a good year for world peace. and brotherhood of man. I despair of our lack of empathy with children killed by well- meaning bombs dropped by nations who look for peace through violence. I recall from history books a king named Croesus everything he touched turned into gold and he died amidst plenty. State sponsored violence spawn terror and and newer versions of ISIS will not go away, and we cannot understand that there will be no peace before the whole world is a ruin if do not come to our senses and stop feeding terror`s voracious appetite.

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