I hate war, I hate death, I hate suffering, But I am few. I am not in the authority to stop it before it happens; Except with prayers And sometimes it is never enough For though I pray against it Some people pray for it.
During the hour men slept When deep darkness occurred At the times when many wailed and many cried At a time when life got tiresome and many wouldn't dream a dream At a time, when war was enough and diseases beat hard on men On a day when complaints was a menu Filled with the... Continue Reading →
War has no sense, It leaves nothing behind It gathers wealth from man and gives it to death It prides itself with threats and occupies the hearts of sadists It longs for attention, Attention from victims, Attention from helpers Who may or may not give their aid It is like death that has no cloth... Continue Reading →
No one who has been a victim of war, either by death or starvation wants a repeat of it. It is always beyond words to explain what war does and only a sadist will be much happier to see it happen over and over, even if it is for the fun of it. Those... Continue Reading →
You are eating, but the little boy got washed You are smiling, but the little boy got washed You are free, but the little boy got washed He got washed and he is your wake up call He got washed and he is your angel You are making decisions, Having conferences Signing treaties, But the... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I met a South African, who said she wasn’t African I met a Caucasian who said he was African. I met a leader who said he was a follower I met a mother who said she was a child I met a child who frowned at an adult And saw a dark skin... Continue Reading →
If only we were few, We would understand loneliness, We would appreciate our companions And embrace one another before death has its pride. If only we were few, We would validate ourselves as everyone should, And understand the essence of happiness, We would dance to the tune of child birth And hug the old... Continue Reading →
Every time there is a war between two countries, men are sent out to fight and have a peace watch all over the city; they stag, train, combat for their country's name. Many of them return and many don't, they are either "missing in action" or dead to the reality of life they come back... Continue Reading →