After so long an absence At last we meet again: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give us pain? The tree of life has been shaken, And but few of us linger now, Like the Prophet’s two or three berries In the top of the uttermost bough. We cordially greet each other …
When all the trees are cut down When all the animals are dead When all the waters are poisoned When all the air is unsafe to breathe Only then will you discover… YOU CANNOT EAT MONEY
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Plato
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?” Mahatma Gandhi
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