I take it that what all men are really after is some form of, perhaps only some formula of, peace.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form of, perhaps only some formula of, peace.

Those who say Islam is a warlike religion
must ask if Christianity has been as well.

Those who say Islam is a warlike religion
must ask if Christianity has been as well.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. read more

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

I was an infantry officer in the Army from 1969 to 1971. Men in my platoon who had served time read more

I was an infantry officer in the Army from 1969 to 1971. Men in my platoon who had served time in Vietnam told me many stories—but none more chilling than the one from two helicopter pilots. They told me how they would shoot the friendlies on their way back from reconnaissance missions just so they could empty their ammunition before returning to base. The friendlies were South Vietnamese women and children, helpless victims in a war they did not understand. But to the American pilots, they were simply dots on the ground.
Whitehead is a political conservative.

For my brethren and companions' sake, I will now ask, Peace be
with thee.

For my brethren and companions' sake, I will now ask, Peace be
with thee.

At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.

At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.

Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of read more

Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
From the nozzle of the missiles
Turned the dwellings into debris
And lives breathe under rubble
Still desires of living
That will never be fulfilled
Sighing are heard in the air
Unseen ghosts are roaming freely
Searching their brotherhoods
Living or dead
Souls are still weeping bitterly
With sorrows that never end
In the war turned atmosphere
Flying high in the sky appeared
The hungry vultures that smell
Odors of rotten human flesh
As if the open graveyards
To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts
Out of the worldly atmosphere
Reassuring pure peace
In every people’s mind
Is’t the rebirth of terror
Or alternative terror ?
© Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

Nor is heaven always at peace.
[Lat., Nec sidera pacem
Semper habent.]

Nor is heaven always at peace.
[Lat., Nec sidera pacem
Semper habent.]