<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An angry poem about peace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is an angry poem.<br>About those weasel phrases<br>which blow like paper in the street<br>going nowhere, <br>hiding truth, <br>helping us to<br>deceive ourselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The pee-yus pro-sayus' -<br>say it in the Irish voice<br>of obscurantist politicians<br>often enough<br>and we'll accept it as a term, <br>and believe that it needs hard work<br>and forward planning<br>and careful progress<br>and compromise<br>and agreements<br>and initiatives<br>and 'generous' concessions<br>and declarations of intention<br>and cautious examination <br>of opponents' motives<br>in the 'battle' for peace<br>and coming together<br>to establish differences...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peace<br>is what is eternally there<br>when war and strife is absent.<br>Eternally.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't remember Christ<br>(was he Catholic or Protestant? I just can't remember...) <br>saying<br>'Peace process be unto you'...<br>uh, when would that be? ...<br>or commanding the waves of the Sea of Galilee<br>'Engage in the peace process - be still'...<br>somehow it just doesn't seem to carry weight<br>as a blessing or a do-it-now...<br>'Go in process towards peace, my child...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder why that is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459495" data-title="An angry poem about peace de Michael Shepherd" data-description="This is an angry poem. About those weasel phrases which blow like paper in the street going nowhere, hiding truth, helping us to deceive ourselves. 'The pee-yus pro-sayus' - say it in the Irish voice of obscurantist politicians often enough and..."></div> </div> </div>

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