There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which ... is within the read more

There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which ... is within the souls of men.

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.

Even peace may be purchased at too high a price.

Even peace may be purchased at too high a price.

I don't know whether war is an interlude during peace, or peace an interlude during war.

I don't know whether war is an interlude during peace, or peace an interlude during war.

If they want peace, nations should avoid the pin-pricks that precede cannonshots.

If they want peace, nations should avoid the pin-pricks that precede cannonshots.

Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.

Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.

Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.

Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.

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.

Our commander said
the Viet Cong are farmers
by day.. guerillas by night.
Look for those who read more

Our commander said
the Viet Cong are farmers
by day.. guerillas by night.
Look for those who are tired.
So anyone who yawned
was getting popped.