I wish I was born in another time
When there was no war,
no clashes among people,
each baying for the other's blood,
Or lying, without shame,
without batting an eyelid.
No blood, no death, no bomb shells,
Where people were not afraid to return
to their own homes,
lest a bomb be lying,
undetonated, undetected.
But I can't think of such a time,
every century, every great Age,
marked by some bloodshed
As if we can't progress as a race without some red.
Always red, but believing in different Gods.
So, logically,
I wish I were never born.
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