Why are people different? Asked the little child Why are we all so alike, yet our actions rarely mild? Why can't we accept the fact that there is just one race? No matter what the color of the skin on someone's face.
No matter what a person thinks about the Universe Or whether God is really there, or just a Bible verse.
No matter if a person believes in little elves Or even if they believe J. K. Rowling's going to Hell.
So why are we so different, and yet so much alike? That we have to wage our wars, and make our soldiers fight? That we have to kill the differences, and let our hate decide? Whether to enslave our fears, or turn to genocide.
I don't know, I told the child, I didn't make the world.
So we watch, in greater fear, the flag of war unfurled.