I’ll be glad when the men choose life.
If only their weapons were museum pieces.
Perhaps these steel arrows will begin to rust.
Changes need not follow a sudden crisis.
Abstract deaths are sterile and meaningless.
A pilot in a bunker has no guiding ethic.
The dehumanized carnage continues.
Thoughts of peace must grow stronger.
W. Wayne B.
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Original image: Cúpula de la Bomba Atómica (Atomic Bomb Dome). By Fidel Ramos [Image license]