Jamshaid

The smoke comes out of the FIRE, and spreads out into the sky. All its life, it has been obeying order, sometimes the order of the fire, and at other times, the order of the wind. It has never known freedum. Never known what it feels like to be free. The smoke is compelled to stay obedient, because if it ceases to obey. Then, it must cease to exist.

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Along the years we have weakened so much that, in order to erase war and bring peace, we need to apply force and this force then adds upto MORE WAR. This way war is always there, Even when we fight against it.