<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485071" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Story To Tell To Your Lost Civilization...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at first there was peace<br>trees bear fruits<br>that turn ripe and children<br>climb the trees<br>to gather the apples and<br>savor what sweetness is there<br>that nature<br>has to offer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the land is vast <br>the sea is immeasurable<br>the skies infinite<br>the rivers keep on running<br>forever<br>the ocean's depths and <br>abundance <br>untiring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">people misunderstand what ownership is<br>stewardship is an alien concept<br>there is always the want to have<br>greed is cancerous</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a country expands<br>dictators abound<br>conquerors become heroes<br>of their lands<br>bringing slaves and<br>the fortune of<br>others</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nature is made to bow down<br>to caprices<br>whims are the rules<br>to destroy is to own<br>to abuse is to use</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wars are made like the way the bombs<br>are stored<br>like the way the swords and spears<br>were once sharpened<br>to kill </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is always nothing enough<br>for the imperialist<br>nothing satisfies the conquerors<br>disguised as the discoverers of<br>the new world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so there will always be war<br>rebellion will always mushroom everywhere<br>nothing rests</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it will always be the 'dead who can see<br>the end of all these wars'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the end who wins? ah nobody<br>everyone perishes<br>and nature shall grow its roots again<br>to retake its long gone leaves and flowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its green mountains its pure rivers<br>its clean and blue oceans<br>its clouds untainted by the smoke of gunpowder<br>the mushrooms of that nuclear warfare....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=485071" data-title="A Story To Tell To Your Lost Civilization... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="at first there was peace trees bear fruits that turn ripe and children climb the trees to gather the apples and savor what sweetness is there that nature has to offer the land is vast the sea is immeasurable the skies infinite the rivers keep on..."></div> </div> </div>

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