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it is hopeless to teach ideals of peace
when people only seek confrontation cruelty and selfishness never cease it is hopeless to teach ideals of peace soldiers are a form of passive police sent abroad to help create a new nation it is hopeless to teach ideals of peace when people only seek confrontation when people only seek confrontation everyone knows the truth, the others lie brothers kill brothers, grief has lost caution when people only seek confrontation glorified death can hold little sanction the world watches men die, and women cry when people only seek confrontation everyone knows the truth, the others lie the world watches men die, their women cry it is hopeless to teach ideals of peace diplomatic tactics never apply the world watches men die, their women cry discord between priest, imam and rabbi create only a festering disease the world watches men die, their women cry it is hopeless to teach ideals of peace discord between priest, imam and rabbi 9 november, 2006 [2006.9.11…b] (A Triolet Poem Written for the Writer's Cramp)
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