- Where have all the children gone--long time passing?
Who will stop the madness of a world sending its children off to war to
kill other people's children in other lands?
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- What in God's name is the matter with us? We were supposed
to protect, care for, nurture, and love these little ones. "Rights
of the Child---Protect the Children---Amber Alerts--Don't Take Candy from
Strangers---Buckle-up---Watch for Cars--Playground Safety--Zero Tolerance---Safety
Locks on Guns---Security Alarms---Fire Alarms---Carbon Monoxide Alarms---Danger,
Second-Hand Smoke---Danger, Drawstrings on Snowsuits---Safety Caps---Curfews---No
Child Left Behind etc."
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- This isn't about marching, drumming, signs, die-ins,
singing, flags, candle-light vigils, yellow-ribbons, flags, bugles, support
the troops, bring'em home, nor hate filled labels of anti-American, treason,
war-hawks, love it or leave it".
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- This is about kids killing kids. Plain and simple. This
is about hate, anger, revenge, greed, power, conquest, oil, contracts,
and weapons of unimaginable vaporizing destruction, terrifying and shredding
children. Their children and our children. For what? Freedom, democracy,
liberation, evil, terrorism?
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- You don't annihilate a people and their land with fire
storms, cluster bombs, bunker busters, tanks and missiles and call it
"liberation-freedom-nor democracy". It's murder, it's killing,
it's barbarism, it's savage and loathsome.
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- Children in an Army Base School putting up pictures
and writing stories of their mothers
- and fathers off killing "the bad guys". The
teacher tells them as they cry that they can hug them in their minds. No
they can't. They want a mommy to be there when they fall down and daddy
to tuck them in at night, catch ball with them, see their first steps.
Instead we have their dads and moms off killing other children's moms and
dads. What's wrong with this picture? In war everyone loses. Everyone that
is except those making a profit from death.
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- Young men, hardly out of high school waved off at docks
and now dying. Dying for what? How does one kill evil with evil? How do
you make sense over using the most horrific weapons of mass destruction
seen on the face of the earth because some dust bowl ravaged country, might--just
might someday have what we're killing them with. Somebody tell me how this
makes sense. How in God's precious name do you tell people that after you're
finished with the terrifying "Shock and Awe" that you're going
to fed them and give the kids chocolate bars to make everything right?
How? Not with a flag and not with a peace sign, it can't be done. Where
there is no justice there can be no peace. Peace is an outward manifestation
of a heart's attitude of love for all humanity---all.
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- The supposed adults in all this mayhem, starvation, bombings,
and death are too busy ripping and tearing at one another. The adult police
are beating down the people who cry for peace and arresting them. Why?
Because they're against killing? Tell me somebody how this makes sense?
Then you have people with flags and signs shouting, 'support the troops'
at the peace people. Others seeing an excuse for destruction of property
break windows and turn over cars. Then the other adults, the ones who
plan wars, and make the weapons, instruct other adults on TV to tell the
people that everything is going fine." Today we killed 50 here and
another 30 here. Twenty were killed by friendly fire, some are missing,
others are maimed, but we're going to decapitate and get to the center
of gravity and win this thing. Maybe not in a week or month or six months,
but win we will." Then some dusty generals get up and tell everyone
how it should be done and some Public Relations hirelings called "experts"
talk about insane nothings.
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- And more people march, and more flags are waved, and
the dying goes on, and some people count all the money they're making and
watch the stock market. As an aside, it's mentioned that some people died
somewhere the numbers are not known, but we must keep killing because a
madman is loose!
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- The children keep killing one another and the children
of the bad guys and the good guys keep dying, because the big people have
lost their minds. Everyone has forgotten about the children. Where have
all the children gone, long time passing.....we've killed them every one.
And an only son of a father in Baltimore and a father in Texas come home--dead,
and soon are forgotten. A picture, a flag, a medal and maybe another Wall
to visit someday and look at a name.
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- A little girl dancing down a cobbled street, running
after her grandpa; is lifted from the rubble of a bunker buster, cluster
bomb, missile---what matter. Her little feet are gone, only shredded bone
is left. The shaggy purple jacket, her favorite, is dirty and bloody .
Her lifeless little body shows no joy on her ashen face of being "liberated".
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- Day Ten, and the bombs continue with the sky ablaze.
A little boy, traumatized into silent horror, sits beside his shattered
baby brother, maybe all of four years old, in a cheap wooden box waiting
to be buried between the rain of terror. Freedom's child will never reach
for the promised chocolate. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow the
adults will bomb, will beat their clubs on shields, will wave their flags,
tie their ribbons, and talk about another mighty weapon.
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- Nobody will see the grief of fathers burying their only
sons. They will not give a thought to liberation's missing feet; nor for
freedom's mangled little body covered in blood. War kills everyone. War
drives people mad. War is the real bad guy, War and his soulless minions.
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- If I'm laden at all
- I'm laden with sadness
- That everyone's heart
- Isn't filled with gladness
- And love for one another
- It's a long, long road
- From which there is no return
- While we're on the way to there
- Why not share
- And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
- He ain't heavy, he's my brother
- He's My Brother (unknown)
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