For humanity
CC BYWhat is life?
Is it nothing more than the endless search,
The search that finds you a purpose?
And what is a purpose,
But a constant reminder that we are only one inflation away from oblivion.
And what if the poor children flank,
Forever blank,
Destined to a future of war and abuse,
And unknowingly led to destruction.
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