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.

You bring young men together.. put them in a confined
space.. and then give them a license to kill
(re read more

You bring young men together.. put them in a confined
space.. and then give them a license to kill
(re war).

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 never was a good war or a bad peace.

There never was a good war or a bad peace.

Peace is not something you wish for; It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you read more

Peace is not something you wish for; It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.

We must concentrate not merely on the negative expulsion of war but the postive affirmation of peace.

We must concentrate not merely on the negative expulsion of war but the postive affirmation of peace.

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.

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.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly
host praising God, and saying
Glory read more

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly
host praising God, and saying
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward
men.