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.

If we are to live together in peace, we must come to know each other better.

If we are to live together in peace, we must come to know each other better.

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

One little person, giving all of her time to peace, makes news. Many people, giving some of their time, can read more

One little person, giving all of her time to peace, makes news. Many people, giving some of their time, can make history.

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

It is an unfortunate fact that we can secure peace only by preparing for war.

It is an unfortunate fact that we can secure peace only by preparing for war.

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.

One cannot subdue a man by holding back his hands. Lasting peace comes not from force.

One cannot subdue a man by holding back his hands. Lasting peace comes not from force.

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.