If....
If…
If the night controlled the days,
Then peace will be found every other way.
Only then nothing is seen:
No guns, no bullets, or even beans.
But then how would the farmers grow the beans?
Or bananas, or cotton, or apple trees?
Oh, what a shame, what a shame!
Why were weapons invented anyway!
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