Eyes in the back of the head.
Negotiations with liars.
False flags of intent.
Time ill spent?
Honor builds trust.
Honor’s cup was emptied.
Not so long ago we forget.
Chechnya, Syria,Georgia
Ukraine.
Fill the cup with honor first ,
Else we drink
from a poisoned cup.
Do not wait, nor hesitate
to defend against war
delayed not ended.
Eyes wide open.
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Keep watching.
Keep helping.
Do not stop now
when the road rises up
and we near the brow
of the hill.
From the top we will see
both the way we have come
and where we shall be
once we descend
the other side
now unknown.
keep climbing.
Tired and worn,
soul-sore and forlorn,
we must trudge on.
Despite the sirens which warn
of incoming cyber
and missile attacks.
Prepare to fight back.
Find strength to continue.
There is no going back.
Peace of mind is the price we pay
standing outside comfort zones,
as day follows night,
to defeat the evils which delight
despots and autocrats.
Goodness and mercy light our way.
Be not afraid. Stay the course.
All roads come to an end;
unlike rainbows,
which use our tears
and the sunlight of truth
to color a new world
where peace can rebuild
new cities on the hill.
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How limited is man’s reason
at the best of times
in calm seas
when a light touch
is all the need?
Calm hand on the helm
as ships of state range
angry seas roiled and rolling
in waves of megalomania
matters even more,
while people plead for
even more power
as innocent citizens cower
in basements and tunnels,
where children are crying
and parents sighing
their inability to reach safety.
If answers were known
the problem would already be
solved for a frightened humanity.
There are no easy answers,
no negotiation nor compromise
when reason has become undone.
Questions such as those we face
can only be answered
by history, after becoming
stumbled upon by those whose reason
holds fast despite the blast
of missiles and bombs.
It is not only armaments unleashed
which make us stumble and fall;
also, reason undermined by tall
tales and lies which cloud
the road to freedom and the end of war.
We cannot pretend to know what will work.
Strategy cannot portend outcomes.
We are all in the dark ages now
hoping for reason to light a new way,
a renaissance to unfold
that the story to be told
will end with cheers and delight
of a world with greater insight.
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There are three bows to be untied
if peace is to abide.
Untie the bow of fear
and open the package of hope.
Untie the bow of greed
and open the package of faith.
Untie the bow of hate
and open the package of love.
Pretend it is Christmas Day
and celebrate
Peace to all of good will,
If you will.
Pretend it is your birthday
and free yourself
Of the past.
When all the bows are untied
Peace will abide.
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annarino writes 