They call it war of peace,
Yet the pebbles on the road shudder with violence,

They call it war of solutions,
Yet people are running out of options,

Less a neighbourhood everyday,
Less a family every hour,

The call it the war for second chances,
Yet the brushes of bruises never dissapear,

They call it a war of retribution,
Yet this is nothing but false accusation,

They call it a war of victory,
Yet time is drowning in misery,

They call it war of overcoming fears,
Yet dread thickens our atmosphere;
nightmare, now inevitable future,

They call it a war for another sunrise,
Yet the blood on lillies  seems to thicken,

They call it a war of success,
Oh please; tell that to the oppressed

((This poem is written by Omega and me))

He glanced high and high
At the moon up in the sky
Where only real friends say Hi
Where children never needed to cry
Where dreams only needed a try
Where all hopes lie

With wings they could fly
With hopes they jump up high
With strength they apply
With beauty of a butterfly
With peace everywhere they occupy

Each time they get closer, things amplify
Tangled problems start to simplify
Justice is applied, so no need to justify
Hearts are pure, no need to clarify
All things are perfect,  no need to qualify

People there never live as mystery
And never die as history
They live with a flourishing industry
Where the life has no boundary
That's the world of legendary

Money there has no quantity
People there have one identity
Their flag is humanity
Their emblem is " No to poverty "
Their perception is full of sanity
Their lives are full of charity
Their purpose is creativity
Their hearts are full of sensitivity
They've never beleived in impossibility

With their dreams magnify
They got high and high
But when it is time to say "goodbye"
They continued to fly and fly

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There once was a guy
Who once had a guild
And that guild was built
With seventy head

That guy once guided his guild
Where grey lands were filled and built
He held down his sword and belt
Screaming out loud while moving his head
"Where gold is we land and dig"
"Where glory is we put our head"

There once were guides
Who helped that guild
Finding grey lands
That filled and built

One guild guy had wrote and read
His name was "Chiny Chem Ded"
Other guild guide was in the lead
Where war is you hear " Belly Den Deed "