There Are No Makers Of

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.

We Have One Of Our Priests In Prison Right Now For His Antiwar Actions, And Three Of Us In The Community Are Forbidden To Visit Him Because We're All Convicted Felons.

I Don't Know A More Irreligious Attitude, One More Utterly Bankrupt Of Any Human Content, Than One Which Permits Childred To Be Destroyed.

You Have To Struggle To Stay Alive And Be Of Use As Long As You Can.

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?