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Peace is more precious than a piece of land.
Peace is more precious than a piece of land.
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 I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. read more
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
The peace makers shall be called the children of God.
The peace makers shall be called the children of God.
President Sadat was killed by an extremist Muslim
President Rabin was killed by an extremist Jew
Mahatma Gandhi was killed read more
President Sadat was killed by an extremist Muslim
President Rabin was killed by an extremist Jew
Mahatma Gandhi was killed by an extremist Hindu
at Cleveland City Club..
(to which could be added:
Many American soldiers have been killed by extremist Christians).
War leads to peace.
[Lat., Cedant arma togae.]
War leads to peace.
[Lat., Cedant arma togae.]
If a man would live in peace he should be blind, deaf, and dumb.
If a man would live in peace he should be blind, deaf, and dumb.
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.
Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.
Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.