The atrocity goes on. Two million human beings suffer inhuman treatment. And the world? Alas. the world is busy. It has no eyes for Gaza. Better not to think about that awful place
Japan has found a way to write off nearly half its national debt without creating inflation. We could do that too.
When I first heard that, on April 4, Bashar al-Assad had bombed Khan Sheikhoun with nerve gas my inner voice whispered: wait. Something wrong. Something smells fishy. First of all, it was too quick. Just a few hours after the event, everybody knew it was Bashar who did it.
The hope is that we wake up to something within our grasp at last.
For all their obvious flaws, one of the good things about early Trump supporters in the US was their opposition to war.
A poem by Dick Jones
A poem by Jay Ward