“Colorful demonstrations and weekend marches are vital but alone are not powerful enough to stop wars. Wars will be stopped only when soldiers refuse to fight, when workers refuse to load weapons onto ships and aircraft, when people boycott the economic outposts of Empire that are strung across the globe.”
“Story of the Innocent
I was five when men in green uniforms came to my village
The men looked different from the men I’d grown up seeing
Their eyes were polluted with hatred
Soulless and haunting
Looking right through me
As if they had seen the look of fear in my eyes
A hundred times before
From now on my mother had new rules
She grabbed me tightly and said,
“No walking to the river alone and in our village we could no longer freely roam”
I was five when my mother and I went to the river to bathe
Gripping my small hands in hers,
Little did I know, this was the last time I would feel
My mother’s gentle touch and her sugary-sweet voice
Her delicate feet stepped on a mine
It marked the first time I would walk the earth alone
I was five when I watched my mother die
My screams rippled through the village
Paralyzed, weak and starved
Around me I was surrounded by soldiers and death
I was five when I knew I was going to die
Please don’t kill me
There is not much left of my body
The roar of gunfire consumed me
Now there was nothing left of me
While the men who killed me returned to their homes as heroes
Praised by the public, caressed by their mothers and daughters
I returned to the Earth
Buried in the dirt with my mother
Story of the Sinful
I was 17 when I became a soldier
Born to serve and to protect
I was 18 when I held my first weapon
Given the power to kill
I was 19 when I first took someone’s life
Making me a hero
We did not have much money
My mother was unable to work
My father was making little
I did not want to end up like my father
What better joy could I find than serving my country?
My body belongs to the state
I will sacrifice it for our vision
I will bring freedom to every oppressed nation
on earth
Even if violence is the only way to complete my
mission
My deployment was difficult and cold
“The people you will see abroad must be
slaughtered like sheep
I saw women raped, and children sold
The complexion of their skin made them cheap
I held my head low and did as told
But never did I weep
The rivers turned red
My finger on the trigger forever
I was the reason everyone was dead
The screams were the loudest I’d heard ever
I was just following orders
I was informed they were enemy combatants
I was a soldier
I was doing as I was told
I was protecting my people
I was protecting my country
I was defending myself
I was defending humanity
I killed the enemy to defend myself
I killed the enemy
I killed men
I killed old men
I killed women
I killed children
I killed infants
I killed the innocent
I killed all of humanity
“Most of you have probably noticed that most of the world is already at war, has been for a very long time, and there does not seem to be an end in sight or any plans for an end. But some people still have not noticed that this is not a Muslims vs. Christians war, or a United States vs. the world war, it is a war of the MIC against the general populace. This is a war where the populace is kept sickly, ignorant, desperate and above all fearful to keep them from rising up against the MIC. The tools used are drugs (legal and illegal), poor nutrition, environmental hazards, misinformation, blocked access to good information, poverty, stress, crime and, above all, war. The weapons against them will be information, solidarity, good health, great optimism, and mass participation in every aspect of government.”
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