We could talk bombs; but I won’t.

The wars I’ve seen were not, thank God, physical ones. But I’ve seen plenty devastating wars without a single bullet.

Scars I’ve seen, and plenty of my own, were deep enough to restrain one from a full living. And who is to say how much a tear is worth in the currency of pain?

Whether from a house destroyed by a missile, or a home by a gone parent. Whether by a stroke of a bayonet, or a word which caused a broken heart. Who is to measure pain? Only the devastated ones know.

When we get tired of being self-scarred, we’ll sign that peace treaty. We’ll wave a white flag to ourselves and we will stop being our own enemy.

There is no way of having war between peaceful people. If only a white flag could be waved today…