...... oorlog......

Toch mogen wij OOK NIET VERGETEN, dat er al jaren oorlog is in Jemen (vergeten oorlog?). in Somalië (vergeten oorlog?), en wat dacht u wat er in Servie gebeurd en gebeurd is. TRIEST ! ! grt, jdh

Verdriet in haar ogen en een hulpvraag in haar handen. De triestheid van de oorlog goed verbeeld. Gr. Connie

Onderstaande reacties spreken mij zeer aan ! Gaaf verbeeld Ed. grt, Jan

Verdriet is enorm. Zo zinloos! Mooi verbeeld.

The Eastern world, it is explodin' Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill but not for votin' You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'? And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin' But you tell me over and over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Don't you understand what I'm trying to say? Can't you feel the fear that I'm feeling today? If the button is pushed, there's no running away There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy But you tell me over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin' I'm sittin' here just contemplatin' I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation Handful of Senators don't pass legislation And marches alone can't bring integration When human respect is disintegratin' This whole crazy world is just too frustratin' And you tell me over and over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama Ah, you may leave here for four days in space But when you return, it's the same old place The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

Niets gevaarlijkers dan 'oprechte' 'onwetendheid' en bewuste idiotie. M.L. King Pop met doodsangst.... (ik voel het in mijn maag, borst en ziel)