Sunday, May 28, 2006

Stop The War!!!



War is inhumane.
War is an act of injustice.
War is an aggression of the strong nations
against the weak nations;
War is an immoral act against humanity.

Respect the weaker nations.
Respect their political beliefsRespect their way of life,
Respect their culture, Respect their religion.

In order to have self respect, you must respect others.
Why send innocent young men to the battlefields to die?
Please send your army to poor country,
or to the villages, to plough the land,
to sow seeds for foods, to enrich the poor nations,
to built better understandings among nations,
to lay foundation for a better world.

I can't understand,
why there are so many "religious bigots" out there,
willing to use religious beliefs as an excuse to initiate war.

I can't understand,
why there are so many "politicians" out there,
willing to use war as a platform to launch political popularity.

I can't understand,
why there are so many "patriotic citizens" out there,
willing to be blinded by the immoral politicians to go to war.

As a father and wage earner
in this harsh economic environment,
I am weeping in my heart with my bended knee.
In this the world we has been working so hard to improve?
Do we want our children to live in a world
full of threats and uncertainty?

Help the poor.
Respect other people's way of life.
Have mercy for the minority.

PLEASE STOP THE WAR!!!!
Mr. President, Mr. Prime Minister,
Mr. Defense Minister, Mr. Foreign Minister, Mister......

Namo Amithaba Buddha

2 comments:

Admin said...

America is there to establish peace and order - the terrorists ("insurgents") are causing the war.

Dalai Baru ( CK ) said...

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.