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Black Humanity

Black Humanity

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After the struggle of millions of years, Human has achieved a lot but that is never enough for him, or an end mark. Today we are living in the best time of human age, no human society in the history could have ever had the resources that we have today. The luxuries that we enjoy, no one could ever have imagined of having in the human history. From internet to mobile phones, and from computers to planes and spaceship entertainments, we have shaped every dream to reality. We have the best communication systems in shape of mobiles and internet. We have the best traveling system, as Spacex. We have the best financial system, mBanking. We have the best computing device, computers. Everything that a human could ever have wished for, is there for him. But this luxury and this comfort has pervaded our lives and our minds so much that today, we are nothing, but a self interested human being. We kill our fellow humans in the name of religion, ethnicity, gender, colour, race, power and everything that would give us the slightest bit of control over humanity. I feel that we are still living in the stone age. To this day, we have just changed the shape of the environment that we live in, nothing else. Today's Human has changed to a Black Human. Today, we live in a Black era of humanity.
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