Waging Peace

Domestically, the department would develop policies and allocate resources to reduce the levels of domestic and gang violence, child abuse, and various other forms of societal discord. The secretary of peace would work with the secretary of education to develop curriculums to teach students alternative conflict resolution techniques and strategies.Internationally, the Department of Peace would advise the president and Congress on the most innovative techniques and ideas for peace-creation among nations. A peace academy, on par with the military service academies, would train civilian peacekeepers and work with the military in the latest nonviolent conflict resolution strategies and approaches. In short, a Department of Peace would work hand in hand with existing government agencies and structures to help ensure that conflict, when it occurs, does not boil over into life-destroying behavior.

Marianne Williamson | Boston Globe

November 17th, 2006 || PermaLink || ||

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The Patriot Game

For the love of one's country
is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear
with the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part
of the patriot game.
— Dominic Behan

It was eye for an eye
   in the land of the blind
When desert storm blew back
Across the shining seas
   and spacious skies
Brought down the purple towers
Cut short the amber waves
Forever fouled the fruited plains
When desert storm blew home
We stopped
One broken hearted people
We huddled in the howling silence
Trembled in that awful still
Until, too soon,
The star-spangled
   jingo dance began
The bully speech
   and the heavy hand
The schoolyard line
   drawn in the sand
And the call to arms, to arms,
   and patriot storms
In the land of the blind,
   it was eye for an eye

It was tooth for a tooth
   and the torture of truth
When the old gray men
   again called the tune
Ours is the one true creed,
   they said
Ours are the noblest of the dead
Only our suffering counts as real
Only their suffering will heal
   this unfair
   and so unwanted wound
And oh, we stopped
One nation, terror torn in two
Minds heavy with
   the growing madness
Wary of Orwell's
   whispered warnings
Of war without end,
   the ministry of spin
Destroy the village now
   to save it
Imprison love
   for freedom's sake
Until all talk of peace is treason
Peace is treason,
As we torture the truth
With tooth for a tooth

Now it's cry for a cry
   and tear for a tear
And sword for a sword
   and fear for a fear
We'll do it to them
   because they did to us
We'll do it again
   and again if we must
We must, if we can,
   vain foolish men
It goes round and comes round
   and goes round again
History falls
   through the cracks in our walls
Reason fails
   and love . . . love pales
Until we stop
One sorry hopeful sorry planet
Soul-sick of it all
So weary of the same old
   blame scold
And no, pampered prince,
   this is no new war
Not new the cratered cities
Not new the blackened dawn
Not new the wailing lovers
Not new the friendly-fired spawn
Not new the burning cross
Not new the blood-soaked
   cemetery lawn
The wasted and forsaken youth
The tooth for a tooth,
The torture of truth
The eye for an eye
In the land of the blind
Unless, until,
Oh will we stop.

Michael Sky
October, 2001