Becoming Monsters


3 thoughts on “Becoming Monsters

  1. Many and sharp the num’rous ills
        Inwoven with our frame!
    More pointed still we make ourselves
        Regret, remorse, and shame!
    And man, whose heav’n-erected face
        The smiles of love adorn,—
    Man’s inhumanity to man
        Makes countless thousands mourn!

    Burns, 1784

    • The sun’s shining down on these green fields of France;
      The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
      The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
      No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
      But here in this graveyard that’s still No Man’s Land
      The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
      To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man.
      And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

      -Eric Bogle

      Peace, Robert

  2. ‘All we are saying is give peace a chance.’ — That was a very dangerous thing for Lennon to say. Guns certainly speak louder than words. But before guns we burnt people at the stake or hanged them in public. And people cheered. Is Man inherently violent? I don’t feel I am. But Adolf loved children and animals and was faithful to his partner, so how do we judge violence?

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