Come you masters of war...

Vietnam



a child, Bhopal

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a child's drawing








These lines from Bob Dylan seem appropriate:


Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks














Hiroshima





You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

from "Masters of War"

Iran/Iraqi War