You Can't Bank On The Outcome.

Because Success Is Such A Weasel Word Anyway, It's Such A Horribly American Word, And It's Such A Vamp And, I Think It's A Death Trap.

You Can't Bank On The Outcome.

Because We Want The Peace With Half A Heart And Half A Life And Will, The War, Of Course, Continues, Because The Waging Of War, By Its Nature, Is Total - But The Waging Of Peace, By Our Own Cowardice, Is Partial.

Our Apologies, Good Friends, For The Fracture Of Good Order, The Burning Of Paper Instead Of Children. How Many Must Die Before Our Voices Are Heard, How Many Must Be Tortured, Dislocated, Starved, Maddened? When, At What Point, Will You Say No To This War?

Sometime In Your Life, Hope That You Might See One Starved Man, The Look On His Face When The Bread Finally Arrives. Hope That You Might Have Baked It Or Bought Or Even Kneaded It Yourself. For That Look On His Face, For Your Meeting His Eyes Across A Piece Of Bread, You Might Be Willing To Lose A Lot, Or Suffer A Lot, Or Die A Little, Even.