What is going on in the world
The world seems to be going crazy again. The flare-up in Lebanon seems just so stupid. The futile violent actions of Hamas and Hezbollah just ensure that the issues can never be resolved. The Israeli response is out of proportion and in the long term is ensuring long term hatred will never end.
It has all happened before of course. The situation improves then deteriorates. Right now I don't think the Israel/Palstine situation will ever be resolved unless the world is invaded by creatures from outer space. There are too many hawks in charge of the world's governments.
Some words from one of Sandy Denny's songs, One More Chance:
"Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves
There is work to do before we say good-bye.
But who can see them turning to the face of love?
Though I hear them pleading with me, 'Don't let us die,'
As I sit, I can see their troubled souls wander by,
And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry,
Oh, oh one more chance.
The naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud,
Lording the poor mortal as he goes.
And the tears which well beneath his sombre shroud,
Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows
He can never be like the thought of a rose
Whose beauty remains even though the bloom goes?
'Oh, oh one more chance.'
Oh is it too late to change the way we're bound to go?
Is it too late? Then surely one of us must know. "
It has all happened before of course. The situation improves then deteriorates. Right now I don't think the Israel/Palstine situation will ever be resolved unless the world is invaded by creatures from outer space. There are too many hawks in charge of the world's governments.
Some words from one of Sandy Denny's songs, One More Chance:
"Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves
There is work to do before we say good-bye.
But who can see them turning to the face of love?
Though I hear them pleading with me, 'Don't let us die,'
As I sit, I can see their troubled souls wander by,
And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry,
Oh, oh one more chance.
The naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud,
Lording the poor mortal as he goes.
And the tears which well beneath his sombre shroud,
Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows
He can never be like the thought of a rose
Whose beauty remains even though the bloom goes?
'Oh, oh one more chance.'
Oh is it too late to change the way we're bound to go?
Is it too late? Then surely one of us must know. "


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