MASTERS OF WAR

There is a particular place reserved in Hell for those who profit from war and suffering. Dante believed it and so do I. The argument for a just universe is my strongest reason for believing in Eternal Justice. Otherwise the suffering of the innocent means nothing, and I cannot abide living in such a meaningless universe.

 

In this poster I have made it deliberately hard to read. Red text on a sea of blood. I find it almost physically nauseating to read. I don't apologise because actual blood is being spilt right now.

 

Bob Dylan's greatest and most bitter protest song needs to be heard again. Listen to this as you read the lyrics I will print out below. www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEmI_FT4YHU

 

"Come you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

 

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

 

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

 

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

While the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

 

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins

 

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

That even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do

 

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good?

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could?

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul

 

And I hope that you die

And your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket

By the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave

'Til I'm sure that you're dead."

 

This is the truth and I agree with Dylan's every word!

 

***BOYCOTT THIS GROUP!**********

 

I have been banned from a little group called "Worldwide Photography" for posting my opposition to Putin's War in Ukraine. This was just a summary decision announced in this thread.

www.flickr.com/groups/ww-photo/discuss/72157721916159941/

 

According to this Admin speaking out against an unjust war is "hate speech". This Admin Putin-lover has even said he will report us to Flickr. If this idiot (Stalin called Western fellow travellers "useful idiots") can't distinguish between a just and unjust cause it shows how deeply flawed and ready for total collapse our Western civilization is. I strongly suggest you boycott this group.

 

When you check out the Admin's own page you will see it is full of pro-Russian images. www.flickr.com/photos/-eu

 

I've blocked him as well.

 

 

 

Done