Clone, are the souls in all the terrains
No one exotic on the pale blue spot
All feels the torment, all feels the blest
All relish the windy fall, all lingers the rains.
Same are the features, same the binds
Of every men, women and children
Same is the heart
Diverse are the thoughts but same are the minds.
People of all lands enjoy the melodies
Read from the same vision
Learn from the same mind
Duel in the battlefield with similar strategies.
But remember, war is futile
It ills our own souls
Evils our wonders
So bear no more, stem war immotile.