Sam Nujoma Awudu

The loftiness of peace






Ours is a world Where the sound of the barrel is the new dialogue, the victim's fall is price paid and peace is achieved only by mutually assured destruction communicated by a rhetoric of fear rather than shared humanity.
The price for peace is paid in body bags like currencies are in duffels and believe it, it's not through willful sacrifice.
Peace has no equity; it depends on daily 'withdrawals' of the innocent for sustenance

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