Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease,
He makes a solitude and calls it--peace!

Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease,
He makes a solitude and calls it--peace!

Peace is not a season, it is a way of life.

Peace is not a season, it is a way of life.

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.

You don't have to have fought in a war to love peace.

You don't have to have fought in a war to love peace.

Peace is a militant state, which is not secured by wishful thinking.... If we are to be sure of our read more

Peace is a militant state, which is not secured by wishful thinking.... If we are to be sure of our liberty, we must be ready to fight for it.

Nonviolence is the supreme law of life.

Nonviolence is the supreme law of life.

Peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations — entangling alliances with none.

Peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations — entangling alliances with none.

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 is the one condition of survival in this nuclear age.

Peace is the one condition of survival in this nuclear age.