Peace is more important than all justice; and was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the read more

Peace is more important than all justice; and was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace.

Don't tell me peace has broken out.

Don't tell me peace has broken out.

There never was a good war or a bad peace.

There never was a good war or a bad peace.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awaken from the dream of life!

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awaken from the dream of life!

The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.

The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.

Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.

Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.

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.

For to me every sort of peace with the citizens seemed to be of
more service than civil war.
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For to me every sort of peace with the citizens seemed to be of
more service than civil war.
[Lat., Mihi enim omnis pax cum civibus bello civili utilior
videbatur.]

I was a bombadier in WW 2. When you are up 30,000 feet
you do not hear the screams or read more

I was a bombadier in WW 2. When you are up 30,000 feet
you do not hear the screams or smell the blood or see
those without limbs or eyes. It was not til I read
Hersey's Hiroshima that I realized what bomber pilots do.