An Enigma Sad As It Is Belongs To Human Race

I was walking in a haze....confused, and depressed knowing that the wars and their blaze are everywhere.
my emotions were at rage..... yet there was a calming trace in a restless craze 
Connoting the restless craze to a calming trace which is difficult to embrace,
it is a living drama of ambivalence and it's race.

Human race is in it's perpetual warring escapade.
the warring escapade that has draped her, enslaved her, and
kept her in the dungeon... yet some consider it a chivalry in play.
winter, spring, summer, and the fall come and slip away
wars stay......what is to say, an enigma sad as it is belongs to human race.

There is serenity, and there is beauty all around, yet
warring and killing continues to reign among all the beauties, and the living grace.
how to explain this parlance of human mind game?
an enigma sad as it is belongs to human race.

is it an evolution drama being played and relayed?
is it an intelligence's game to end the human race
to form a new universe that has no warring place? or,
seeking a no warring place is a delusional escapade.
it is what it is: an enigma sad as it is belongs to human race.