A blue and a red milk
Milk is white, but it is blue.
It comes out of the barrel of a gun with a sputtering blade.
Warlords have the love for war and mercenaries.
Masters of war are narrow-minded.
The people are former lovers of guns.
Recruitment of children to fight the wars of grandfathers who have rejected the principle of love of the elderly.
Everything in the universe is in harmony and harmony begins in the mind.
Milk is white, but it is red.
It comes out of the barrel of the cannon like embers.
The war did not spare the rich and the poor.
The United Nations is in a dire mirage.
And the theater of war grows up without conscience.
White milk, blue milk, and red milk are all concerns for insignificance.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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