In fact no war is justified let alone to say everything
If love is of a higher value then
To achieve this great value you can’t go by cheap means
So is the case with terrorism and war
Both are killing machines
And by killing no one can achieve anything of higher value.
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When I sit alone at dark or dawn
You planted in my gardenIts shy presence enhancesNot only my nose or eyesBut restores my five sensesWith the touch of itI feel the essence of divineMy imagination goes wildWith the presence of itLike the bees and butterfliesI drop my thoughtsShare my secretsTo ear of the flowerI whisper my hopeI breathe my dreamsOn the growth of…
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In fact no war is justified let alone to say everything
Nor is justified terrorism by any means
No war is different than any terrorism
Because terrorism is war and war is terrorism
Both are the one and same
The killing machines
The products of the same evil
In fact both are brothers opposing each other
In between their wrestling only men are killed
In regarding love and peace, if both are the ends of higher value
Then no one can achieve these two by cheap and base means.
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