One can always win a war, but how does one conquer peace?

One can always win a war, but how does one conquer peace?

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.

We're waist deep in the Big Muddy
and the big fool says to push on
singing about an incident in read more

We're waist deep in the Big Muddy
and the big fool says to push on
singing about an incident in which
marine recruits died driven to their deaths by an officer.

Peace is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it

Peace is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it

Peace is our gift to each other.

Peace is our gift to each other.

How many have been frozen gored starved or blown apart
by Hitler, LBJ, Genghis Khan, Churchill, or Bonaparte?

How many have been frozen gored starved or blown apart
by Hitler, LBJ, Genghis Khan, Churchill, or Bonaparte?

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.

One little person, giving all of her time to peace, makes news. Many people, giving some of their time, can read more

One little person, giving all of her time to peace, makes news. Many people, giving some of their time, can make history.

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.