When society is attacked individualism stops. One can no longer think only of himself, his own situation, he must fight even if fighting isn't his thing as if his life depends on it........because his life and the future of his children does depend on it!
War is a plague on society... a never-ending cycle of death... with it mankind murders his own soul.
War is insanity, a repeating curse... abundantly found in the annals of human history. When has war ever settled mankind's problems? War is madness gone wild in the mind of men, a temporary solution too his problems, purchased with the blood and treasure of the masses... only to be repeated from one generation to another.
If wars are to be fought let them be quick and decisive... ending with as little loss to life and property as possible. Knowing that the cycle will repeat itself with the dawn of a new day.
NEVER MORE WAR… What pain drives men to suffer the pangs of war… too, send their best and brightest to stand before the sword… too, bleed red the earth. Where comes this driving force and its counsel to war… to war, in our streets and back yards, in living rooms where our children sit reading of the glory of man. Shall we not suffer long for such a reproach before God; too, drive our swords into the very heart of our brothers?
Where comes this silent killer to steal their innocence, to reap the tears of our daughters… and harvest the strength of our young men… War is not Civil, so why call it civil war… War is not kind, nor benevolent, it asks not whom it takes… it is death unleashed, a pale horse, let loose upon a ripe field… It is a torrent, an unholy wind come to harvest our better nature. Why then do we boast of it, making heroes of our dead, building monuments to its cruelty?
Some would counsel it as a solution to the current divisions in our nation… others would embrace it as an expedient release for their fear and anger… while more calculate the profit in it. Many, a fool has engaged in the futility of war… where death is always victorious and peace soon finds itself once more at war… a never-ending cycle of man’s inhumanity toward his brother.
Let us find another route to settle our disputes… a better way to enjoy the fruit of the spirit and mankind's labor. For war knows only the bitter cold of the grave and the empty dreams of the dead. Let us no more counsel War… put it asunder, never more to call upon the bugles song, never more to hear the bark of cannon echo, or the cry of men as they lay dying upon the blood-soaked Earth of their father’s heritage…never more, war.
By: Ronald A. Nelson
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A building storm now hovers over the land... the sun is setting and soon darkness will swallow our hope and the warmth of the coming summer's sun shall give way to the bitter cold of steel and the naked darkness of man's soul... War beckons the bitter nature of many once more... too, reap its harvest among our best and brightest. When will we learn that the bitter angels of death bare only anger and hate, upon a driving wind, dividing mankind, setting loose the sword, upon both the innocent and guilty... leaving only the quick and the dead upon the fields of consequence... the inheritance of the intolerant and the tyrant... is war.
If war must come let it be quick... separating the tyrant from his hold on the nation, purging the bitter bile of the tyrant and his intolerance for peace and shared prosperity... Let us resolve to restore the better angels of our inheritance; that, our children may eat from the tree of righteousness, and embrace the blessing of a peaceful and prosperous future. If war must come, let it be decisive and quick separating the folly of the tyrant from the benevolent love of God's people.
NEVER MORE WAR
NEVER MORE WAR… What pain drives men to suffer the pangs of war… too, send their best and brightest to stand before the sword… too, bleed red the ear…
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When society is attacked individualism stops. One can no longer think only of himself, his own situation, he must fight even if fighting isn't his thing as if his life depends on it........because his life and the future of his children does depend on it!
War is a plague on society... a never-ending cycle of death... with it mankind murders his own soul.
War is insanity, a repeating curse... abundantly found in the annals of human history. When has war ever settled mankind's problems? War is madness gone wild in the mind of men, a temporary solution too his problems, purchased with the blood and treasure of the masses... only to be repeated from one generation to another.
If wars are to be fought let them be quick and decisive... ending with as little loss to life and property as possible. Knowing that the cycle will repeat itself with the dawn of a new day.
NEVER MORE WAR
NEVER MORE WAR… What pain drives men to suffer the pangs of war… too, send their best and brightest to stand before the sword… too, bleed red the earth. Where comes this driving force and its counsel to war… to war, in our streets and back yards, in living rooms where our children sit reading of the glory of man. Shall we not suffer long for such a reproach before God; too, drive our swords into the very heart of our brothers?
Where comes this silent killer to steal their innocence, to reap the tears of our daughters… and harvest the strength of our young men… War is not Civil, so why call it civil war… War is not kind, nor benevolent, it asks not whom it takes… it is death unleashed, a pale horse, let loose upon a ripe field… It is a torrent, an unholy wind come to harvest our better nature. Why then do we boast of it, making heroes of our dead, building monuments to its cruelty?
Some would counsel it as a solution to the current divisions in our nation… others would embrace it as an expedient release for their fear and anger… while more calculate the profit in it. Many, a fool has engaged in the futility of war… where death is always victorious and peace soon finds itself once more at war… a never-ending cycle of man’s inhumanity toward his brother.
Let us find another route to settle our disputes… a better way to enjoy the fruit of the spirit and mankind's labor. For war knows only the bitter cold of the grave and the empty dreams of the dead. Let us no more counsel War… put it asunder, never more to call upon the bugles song, never more to hear the bark of cannon echo, or the cry of men as they lay dying upon the blood-soaked Earth of their father’s heritage…never more, war.
By: Ronald A. Nelson
P/S
A building storm now hovers over the land... the sun is setting and soon darkness will swallow our hope and the warmth of the coming summer's sun shall give way to the bitter cold of steel and the naked darkness of man's soul... War beckons the bitter nature of many once more... too, reap its harvest among our best and brightest. When will we learn that the bitter angels of death bare only anger and hate, upon a driving wind, dividing mankind, setting loose the sword, upon both the innocent and guilty... leaving only the quick and the dead upon the fields of consequence... the inheritance of the intolerant and the tyrant... is war.
If war must come let it be quick... separating the tyrant from his hold on the nation, purging the bitter bile of the tyrant and his intolerance for peace and shared prosperity... Let us resolve to restore the better angels of our inheritance; that, our children may eat from the tree of righteousness, and embrace the blessing of a peaceful and prosperous future. If war must come, let it be decisive and quick separating the folly of the tyrant from the benevolent love of God's people.