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Since wars begin in the minds of men, it is in the minds of men that the defenses of peace read more
Since wars begin in the minds of men, it is in the minds of men that the defenses of peace must be constructed.
A peace that comes from fear and not from the heart is the opposite of peace.
A peace that comes from fear and not from the heart is the opposite of peace.
Peace is not a season, it is a way of life.
Peace is not a season, it is a way of life.
No tree has branches so foolish as to fight among
themselves.
Ojibway Tribe.
No tree has branches so foolish as to fight among
themselves.
Ojibway Tribe.
There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.
There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.
The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own
sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, "Peaceably read more
The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own
sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, "Peaceably if
we can, forcibly if we must."
If you want to make peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.
If you want to make peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
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.
