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Featured Poem	'No room for hate' by David Gould
	Wrote in response to our daughter being killed in the London Bombings of 7 July 2005 There is no room within my heart for revenge, fire or hate there is no room within my mind for any thoughts like these. I cannot find the words to say just how it is I feel but I know from deepest hurt I must forgiveness find. The hurt that’s been done to us cuts sore like a knife, but we must not, repay in kind what has been done to us. Instead we must try and find the way that is so hard, and reach out our loving hands to find some friendship now. There can be no more healing thing than opening wide our eyes and seeing that most other folk are really just like us.	Some Quick Links * IN THE NAME OF DEMOCRACY by Emily Ann Easton - 18 years old * Peace is not easy to find by Kevin Ronkko * Peace Question 1 by Laurie Phillips * peace be with you by Karen * HEAL THE PAST by Beveridge * Peace is a cuddly teddybear by Eddie * Until by Max Merckenschlager * Let us Save The Planet Earth by Anne Siroun Perry Sourjian * Political Winds by Amber Acker * By the Dawn's Early Light by Amber Acker * THE DIFFERENCE by Suzanne Honour * War is Raw by Joe Fleury * Terror by Ruchi Ahuja * A Healing Prayer by Susan Maree * The Door To Peace Opens Inward by Bob Butler * 911 by Bob Butler * Making Peace by Denise Noblet * Morning Rain by Denise Noblet * Oyate by James m Nordlund * Stretching Forth by Nathifa * Oh Mother, do not despair. by Dr Leo Rebollo * I'd be but a voice by Dr Leo Rebollo * UNITY POEM by Dr Leo Rebollo * The Ark Of World Peace by Donna J. Fennel * A World Peace Epiphany by Donna J. Fennel * A Futurist's Vision by Donna J. Fennel * Love and Peace by Sarah Katusia * The Bugle Sounds by Mrs Foss * There has already been three wars by E. Jones * Peace will come by Maria Cristina Azcona
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Australia September 2001 I will never forget that skyline scene and the dawning of the realisation that we are all one world and all involved regardless of geographic location. All around me now people seem lost a frightened, insecure nation Sociologist call this "anomie" a time of disorientation. I still remember "give peace a chance" the cry of my generation Now it’s revenge and "kill them all" Did we fail in our obligation? Will our leaders react with due restraint heard in minor party oration? Or will we forget the cost and regret that we learnt from my dad's generation? We have much to protect, none must deny what has happened since our Federation But how will it seem twenty years down the track will we still have our proud reputation? I feel so ashamed of quick-fix reactions based on votes and media sensation when we need the humane the creative and wise to speak out against mass degradation. There's no easy solution, it’s not black and white but don’t base it on vilification. Don’t abandon the values of love and respect There's no victory in humiliation. L. Armour	My Personal Revenge My personal revenge will be to see the light of understanding dawning in your eyes to hear the song of jubilation chorus in our ears to taste the sweet taste of toleration tripping on our tongues; to know that never again will anyone be starving so that some may eat their fill, and a few with limitless gluttony devour the common heritage of all humankind: So that the deaths of 5,000 human beings will not be weighed against the slow and grinding death of spirit of countless billions of sparks of divinity. My personal revenge will be the appearance of the Godhead to every single soul the smile playing about your lips as you bathe in the glow of cosmic One-ness and know for sure that that is really How It Is Ron Reed	Hot Rage, Dry Blood, Warm Tea I hit a man in rage last night, He hit me first, I was in my right, We walked away bruised. Under the streetlights I lay, Pondering my past, trying to find my way In this empty world. I walked to the corner, He was there too! Our blood dry, we wondered why There was ever a reason to raise hands. I shook hands with a man in peace last night, Our hearts had bled, Our eyes no longer saw red, We shared tea. Zaakiy Siddiqui