Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.

Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.

Peace with a club in hand is war.

Peace with a club in hand is war.

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.

Peace has its victories, but it takes a brave man to win them.

Peace has its victories, but it takes a brave man to win them.

There is no way to peace, peace is the way.

There is no way to peace, peace is the way.

Peace be with you.
[Vulgate Lat., Pax vobiscum.]

Peace be with you.
[Vulgate Lat., Pax vobiscum.]

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.]

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.