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Humanity


The hatred humans have for each other It's so disheartening. This can't be the so-called religion, It already lost its calling. Since ammunition was made by us To be used against ourselves I think then it lost its meaning I don't recall bombs or ‘Ak47’ to be The solution to any natural disaster. Why are we a threat to ourselves? Why does skin colour determine the traits? Maybe the brain we have is too much to handle We are the problems to the solutions we have Can this ever be fixed? In my opinion, It's almost impossible and too late to accomplish
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