| Frida: | This poem is actually a sermon. |
| YIng: | There's nothing interesting about the so-called poem, but the artwork is interesting. |
| Satoru: | Reminds me of a zen rakusu ring. |
| Dmiritri: | Yeah, waves of congruence with emptiness at the core . . . |
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We have perfected the science of killing – What about the arts of peace? Isn't it time to settle conflicts so circles of violence cease? We've demonstrated a capacity for vengeance – What about an ability to heal? Can we extend an olive branch to others Rather than salvos of steel? Unless we cultivate the path of peace This planet will become barren and a mass cemetary. Response – Haa! Sounds nice, but far too ideal the real world is based on military strength and no one pays attention to nations without bullets, oil, or steel. |
Hear the author read this poem.