The War That Men Do - Poem by Cynthia Aluning
Agreed. It's greed.
Politics is war without bloodshed...
War is politics with bloodshed
Making peace is too harder than making war.
The object of war...
Is not to die for your country
But to make the other b*stard die for his
War is not an adventure
It's a disease within us
We can no more win a war...
Than we win an earthquake
A harvest peace grows...
From a seed of contentment
*CONTEST WINNER, Poetry Poem, April 7,2006.
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