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PEACE BY NUMBERS

It needn’t conquer the world to breathe in us, wept the paint.

It needn’t strike the stiff and crafty strum of a tyrant’s impatience, mourned the brush.

It must turn its very foundation, humanity, to free its fettered soul, wailed the easel.

It first must conquer the self to invent an escape above war’s red casualty, moaned the canvas.

Peace will never be created through war's shrapnel upon the scorching sand, shrieked the art!

No more war...
No more war...
No more war...
No more war...
No more war...
No more war...

Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
U.S. Department of Peace



ALLAHU AKBAR (A one-act play)

A play on torture...


As the audience files in they see on the stage a dungeon-like cell in the shadows center stage, seemingly underground. There is a stone wall center and one wooden chair to the left. A human shackle device is mounted upon the wall; two hand shackles with chains and two foot shackles with chains.

House lights fade followed by the dim light on the stage. Sounds of bombs and gunfire are heard in the distance. Soon the lights rise on the dungeon and we see a AZHAR, age fourteen, hanging limply from the wall. Blood and torture marks cover his near naked body. His underwear is all that covers him. This sight for a long moment as the bombs and gunfire continue echoing from afar. After a good moment of this the gunfire and bombs fade down nearly undetectable and AZHAR suddenly jerks and raises his head. He pulls on the chains and winces from the pain.

Open the play [+/-]


AZHAR: I am not a terrorist. I am not a suicide bomber. "He who commits suicide by throttling shall…