Weak Fighters
They call themselves fighters
They call themselves warriors
But what really do they fight for
They fight for showing us they are stronger
They are tougher
By fighting each other?
I do not see any point in spilling blood
The real fight should be against their fears
Against their way of living
How could even someone live like that?
How could harmony occur?
If they just keep fighting each other?
What will happen, if we kept fighting each other?
Nothing will remain
No one will agree to surrender
Nothing in earned
In the same time, everything is destroyed
But in the same time
We lose the pride and respect of one another
After all
No one is human
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