"All soldiers cede their freedom in advance,
Then become victims of both friend and foe;
Their choice is chimera. They have to go.
Those wars which have no weapons, none left dead,
Can be as virulent as killing wars.
Words are a sword as sharp as fine-filed steel,
And pierce as deep as daggers into flesh.
I look for warriors whose courage is
Too high to be dragged onto killing fields;
Who can endure the rage of patriot gore
And speak the reason of the world to be."
'via Blog this'
