How it was nice,
First days of human
rise.
Living a common life,
Sharing everything
they have in their palms.
Helping one to another.
We were all hunting
and gathering together,
Rather you believe nor
you don’t.
But it was way better.
The only thing this
monster sees,
No mercy or no
feelings.
First made an axe to
cut trees,
Then cut your siblings
in peace.
In the same way they
built bridges,
Made some trades and
got earnings,
After conquering other
countries,
Put them in cages to
make them slaves.
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