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On Eve of Non-Proliferation Conference, 'Clarion Call' for Nuke-Free World


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On Eve of Non-Proliferation Conference, 'Clarion Call' for Nuke-Free World

Deirdre Fulton, staff writer

Weekend actions demonstrate 'commitment of international civil society to peace and disarmament'


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As a Nuclear Veteran (Operation Redwing, Marshal Islands 1956) I have seen WW-III up close and too personal. I survived my exposure, a lot of us didn't.
* As many have noticed everything, especially the arms race, is based on maximizing profit. When you have the ability to destroy life on the planet some thirty-five to forty time over, it is essential to spend some $300 billion to make it more efficient? It is, according to Raytheon and numerous other arms builders and research groups.
* Except for the greedy and powerful, I think most of the world disagrees.
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I Have Seen the Dragon

I have seen the Dragon
Through clenched lids and arms pressed tight.
I have felt its hot breath on my back
And listened to the rumble of its voice.

I have looked upon its breath,
Glowing Amethyst, red and purple,
Climbing towards the stratosphere
To deposit its venom downwind.

I have waited in fear as my gums began to bleed
And my hair came out in clumps.
I breathed a prayer of thanks
As I began to heal.

After fifty years, our ranks are thin,
We who have seen the Dragon and survived.
Those who have died or are sickened still,
Their numbers are legion.

All we can hope for, work for, pray for,
Is that no madman will ever be allowed
To unleash the Dragon again.
For its legacy to all is death, disease and decay.

© Stephen M. Osborn
2 November 2006
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It Will Go On

The red, setting sun, casts long shadows of the rocks and hills.
When the bombs and reactors are silent and the radiation has decreased,
The desert will still exist, silent save for the susurration of the sand
Blown by the winds, slowly covering the wounds of war.

Forgotten monuments again becoming homes and shelter.
Small creatures will creep out in the gathering stillness
To carry on their own lives, eating and being eaten
In the long dance that predates man and will continue long after.

As the climates change, volcanoes, quakes and tsunamis rend the land and shore,
With the melting of the ice the seas rise; temperate zones become steppes.
Encased in permafrost, man's vaunted civilization may crumble away.
Man himself may run crying into the limbo that holds the dinosaurs.

The desert, silent save for the susurration of the sand, will still exist.
The red, setting sun, will cast long shadows of the rocks and hills.
Small creatures will creep out in the gathering stillness
To carry on their own lives, eating and being eaten as they always have...

Steve Osborn
6 June 2011
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Has nature ever balanced the population of any organism without much pain and suffering? Why do humans think that they are exempt from nature's ways of balancing populations? Ways like disease, starvation, crime and war? Do we believe that nuclear war doesn't figure into that equation?


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"We face a moment in which policies that benefit a fraction of the
world’s population feed conflicts that could precipitate catastrophic
wars, even nuclear wars, and in which the power to make war is wielded
by largely unaccountable elites."

This is a very powerful comment from the coalition. It says it all in a nut shell. Bravo!