Countries have conflicts and ways to solve them. They some times ask the international community to help them solve the conflicts. This last century was a century of ethnic problems, which probably have come to an end, because of the mobility of population and global warming which can be a bad or good thing.
The North is clear as white,
and the world is all given,
to us and we cease it.
The strength in our hand,
shows the tigthness of the legs,
wrapped in silk tights, so that
the sky becomes clear even when
the rain pours down, for the darkness,
announced frighteness in our hearts.
Let us feel the beauty of the land,
offered in mustard color, to sooth,
the blow of the wind, when the time
comes to enjoy a walk in the park,
because darkness gains the world.
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