When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

Peace is our gift to each other.

Peace is our gift to each other.

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.

Peace is more precious than a piece of land.

Peace is more precious than a piece of land.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness read more

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

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.

This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe,
For freedom only deals the deadly blow;
Then sheathes read more

This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe,
For freedom only deals the deadly blow;
Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade,
For gentle peace in freedom's hallowed shade.

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.]

And into whatsoever house ye enter, first say, Peace be to this
house.
[Vulgate Lat., Pax huic domui.]

And into whatsoever house ye enter, first say, Peace be to this
house.
[Vulgate Lat., Pax huic domui.]