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In peace, sons bury their fathers; in war, fathers bury their sons. -Herodotus.
In peace, sons bury their fathers; in war, fathers bury their sons. -Herodotus.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
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.
Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.
Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly
host praising God, and saying
Glory read more
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly
host praising God, and saying
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward
men.
It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward read more
It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for read more
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
You don't have to have fought in a war to love peace.
You don't have to have fought in a war to love peace.
