Blueflame
It is a meeting to chat and bid farewell.
Nothing more
Nothing less and
Nothing else.
Hope for peace in Taiwan
"We don't accept China's military threats and we won't allow this law to become a long-term menace to our country."
A 63-year-old retired lawyer surnamed Chu
http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/front/archives/2005/03/27/2003247928
WORLD DAY OF PEACE
1 JANUARY 1987
At the beginning of this Message I explained that the theme of solidarity impelled me to address this to everyone, to every man and woman in this world. I now repeat this call to every one of you, but I wish to make a special appeal in the following way:
- to all of you, Government leaders and those responsible for international agencies: in order to ensure peace I appeal to you to redouble your efforts for the integral development of individuals and nations;
- to all of you who participated in the World Day of Prayer for Peace in Assisi or who were joined spiritually with us at that time: I appeal to you that we may bear witness together to peace in the world;
- to all of you who travel or who are involved in cultural exchanges: I appeal to you to be conscious instruments of greater mutual understanding, respect and esteem;
- to you, my younger brothers and sisters, the youth of the world: I appeal to you to use every means to forge new bonds of peace in fraternal solidarity with young people everywhere.
And dare I hope to be heard by those who practise violence and terrorism? Those of you who will at least listen to my voice, I beg you again, as I have in the past, to turn away from the violent pursuit of your goals - even if the goals themselves are just. I beg you to turn away from killing and harming the innocent. I beg you to stop undermining the very fabric of society. The way of violence cannot obtain true justice for you or for anyone else. If you want, you can still change. You can profess your own humanity and recognize human solidarity.
I appeal to all of you, wherever you are, whatever you are doing, to see the face of a brother or sister in every human being. What unites us is so much more than what separates and divides us : it is our common humanity.
Peace is always a gift of God, yet it depends on us too. And the keys to peace are within our grasp. It is up to us to use them to unlock all the doors!
http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/john_paul_ii/messages/peace/documents/hf_jp-ii_mes_19861208_xx-world-day-for-peace_en.html
Hope for peace in Iraq
"The last hope for peace in Iraq was stomped to death this week. The victory of the Shiite religious coalition in the December 15 election hands power for the next four years to a fanatical band of fundamentalist Shiite parties backed by Iran, above all to the Supreme Council for the Islamic Revolution in Iraq (SCIRI)."
http://www.tompaine.com/articles/2005/12/22/iraq_game_over.php
To the people of the world
This is the news that must be told
Of an Iraqi baby, not very old
Lying in her crib on a star-lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?
She lies there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,
Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she
Talking to someone, who could it be?
An Angel, is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.
The crib starts to shake the mobile goes round
Then suddenly comes the most deafening sound
The ceiling drops in a second or two...
On her crib she ceases to coo...
No one knows how long she lies there
Who thought about it? Doesn't anyone care?
Is she alive? Is she dead? Is she in pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?
Her name is Amel, in English we say Hope
Crushed between the rubble, her tiny fingers start to grope!
Where is my Mommy? I love her so dear!
Come get me Mommy! It's dark in here!
I'm scared, hungry, and I can't see my feet,
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!
Where is Daddy? Where's my big Brother?
It hurts when I breathe! Where is my Mother?!
How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but I can't even scream!
Angels appear, again, by my side.
This time with a tear I plead...Why have I died?
Am I alone in my suffering? "No, there are many others.
In our grief and misery, we are all sisters and brothers."
Who are we, I ask you.. for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!
Is it true? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?
It is war they say, of which death is a part.
How blind they've become, how hardened of heart.
Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!
Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!
No war has been won; no ifs, buts or maybes
No weapons of mass destruction:
They've only killed babies!!!
Mirelle
http://groups.google.com/group/soc.culture.british/msg/21b2d64e2846c449