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.

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.

Peace through strength – neutrinos through solid matter.

Peace through strength – neutrinos through solid matter.

First keep peace with yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.

First keep peace with yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.

Peace is no more than a dream as long as we need the comfort of the clan.

Peace is no more than a dream as long as we need the comfort of the clan.

All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity read more

All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity by their own.

Peace is not something you wish for; It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you read more

Peace is not something you wish for; It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.

We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy read more

We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites
We never pause to wonder at our feasts
If animals, like men, can possibly
have rights
We pray on Sundays that we may have light
To guide our footsteps on the path we
tread
We're sick of war We do not want to
fight
The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread
And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead
Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat
Regardless of the suffering and pain
We cause by doing so. If thus we treat
Defenseless animals for sport or gain
How can we hope in this world to attain
the PEACE we say we are so anxious for
We pray for it o'er hecatombs of slain
To God, while outraging the moral law
Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.