I bumped into a post with this caption this morning as I was crawling through the internet,
"“I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.” it had a picture of a young man with tears streaming down his innocent chicks with eyes filled with glitter and zeal. I got my mind thinking and acknowledging that the perpetrators of war, seldom die in those warm, they are seldom in the firing line. Two people can disagree and end up affecting many generations to come, leaving a bitter legacy. It is all about humans learning to live together, acknowledging that we need each other to share this space. This world is a gift to all of us, not a single person can claim total ownership of it. Shared space comes with compromises and is utilized better when there is love.
"“I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.” it had a picture of a young man with tears streaming down his innocent chicks with eyes filled with glitter and zeal. I got my mind thinking and acknowledging that the perpetrators of war, seldom die in those warm, they are seldom in the firing line. Two people can disagree and end up affecting many generations to come, leaving a bitter legacy. It is all about humans learning to live together, acknowledging that we need each other to share this space. This world is a gift to all of us, not a single person can claim total ownership of it. Shared space comes with compromises and is utilized better when there is love.
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