Please help save the United States Institute of Peace! House Voted to Cut All Funding! The night has briefed me on my recklessness. The trees have bloomed with a fatigue never seen before, as if they alone stood watch, as if I regarded them with an ugliness; a slumped lovelessness bent toward casualty. (Peace is not elusive, you are blind.) When I toss peace to the way side, I'll have murdered the one beautiful thing that needn't be defined in order for me to comprehend its power. Peace... © 2011 by mark prime The United States Institute of Peace
(The Weaver's Song)