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Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures. read more
Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures. And however undramatic the pursuit of peace, the pursuit must go on.
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.
Universal peace sounds ridiculous to the head of an average family.
Universal peace sounds ridiculous to the head of an average family.
I would not want to be the one to tell parents of the last
man to die in a war read more
I would not want to be the one to tell parents of the last
man to die in a war termed a mistake that he was dead.
There was false propaganda by the administration
that there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq
and that Al Qaeda read more
There was false propaganda by the administration
that there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq
and that Al Qaeda was connected to Saddam Hussein.
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.
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.
The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.
The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.
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.