There Are No Makers Of Peace Because

The Gift We Can Offer Others Is So Simple A Thing As Hope.

Because Success Is Such A Weasel Word Anyway, It's Such A Horribly American Word, And It's Such A Vamp And, I Think It's A Death Trap.

Our Apologies, Good Friends, For The Fracture Of Good Order, The Burning Of Paper Instead Of Children. How Many Must Die Before Our Voices Are Heard, How Many Must Be Tortured, Dislocated, Starved, Maddened? When, At What Point, Will You Say No To This War?

I Think Of My Brother Just Out Of Prison Again. He Will Have Spent Ten Years Of The Last 30 In Prison.

Every Nation-state Tends Towards The Imperial - That Is The Point. Through Banks, Armies, Secret Police, Propaganda, Courts And Jails, Treaties, Taxes, Laws And Orders, Myths Of Civil Obedience, Assumptions Of Civic Virtue At The Top. Still It Should Be Said Of The Political Left, We Expect Something Better. And Correctly. We Put More Trust In Those Who Show A Measure Of Compassion, Who Denounce The Hideous Social Arrangements That Make War Inevitable And Human Desire Omnipresent; Which Fosters Corporate Selfishness, Panders To Appetites And Disorder, Waste The Earth.