A Letter of Peace

My Dearest Julia Altamar, Roby Azzah and friends;

 

As I read once again of the morning news, I wanted dearly to reach out and express to you the journey I have undertaken, express how much has change and what I have been able to do, and of course, explain the wish that became a dream.

 

Its been six long months and bit more, from when you accepted the connection and presented me with a task, of that one wish for all of humanity, to identify both personal value within humanity, and write about it. Something at first I was mistaken in thinking such a task could, would and should all be very easy helping people dream of better.

 

With ease did my fingers strike the keys, in a twist of words in poem or prose to reach for something as high as such a thing as a wish, simply put that all of humanity could see.

 

I have chosen a wish as childish as it may seem a wish of Peace, yet in learning about the very childish side of the concept did find I “Reason” for such thing as peace, a reflection of love for a child world over, very ideals I have some how found are equally spread though out all of humanity. Every parent Loves a child.

 

Thus it was that I declared to you, that wish became a “Dream”! you see the child side of a wish that no child should fear for their life from War, that no child should die by such a thing as something that was designed to take human life, manufactured, produced for a purpose of use as to inflict the end of life. That No Child Should Die by a Weapon of War.

 

For every parent loves and share smiles and laughs joys of learning, that every cares for what they teach and give to a child.

 

What in this, what seems such long amount of a time now I found is truly shared completely around the world is that love for a child, I found so many things equally as shared. So I ask then why to what reason of excuse have we as humanity not reached for “Peace”.

 

I found a shell game being played, a game of horror, a game of words, and the reason, the profit from War. I found that it is not the parents who buy such products as a tank, or a missile cruiser, or the new armed drone plane, unmanned to save the warriors life yet all used to take human life, destroy the home, the village the town where families live where parents raise children.

 

I herd excuses upon excuses rational beyond comprehension, that they build these items for protection for defense, yet governments do not build, do not spend, do not profit from peace. I read the proposals and appropriations what and how the American Government spends on of items of War, and Ideals of Peace. I found this number to be so lopsided as to be a horror. I tried once to break down the difference of each dollar spent trying to find a number that shows Proof of intent of each concept as War and Peace. I am afraid I could not become exact, for the use of one such tool of war secrecy. I am however convinced that number is small on peace and so over whelming on War, for I am sure that this is over hundreds of millions to one dollar spent.

 

So I ask then “Why” to what reason of excuse have we not reached for Peace, Why in our history have we not learned that a child is such a priceless thing. I ask to what hope, what dream do we so readily teach, yet fail to reach.

 

 Part One

 

I paused in the writing of this letter to go and watch the sun raise as is my custom of each day, to watch the morning come, it is there as it raises that see so much hope for all of humanity there as each day starts.

 

I found that in my life time I am sure that Peace is only a concept not the destination, but that is something inside world wide we desire. That to each of us, we are so like, That some others in each and every country like I stumbled on the pair shoes, so small, so deeply emotionally charged in haphazard arrangement while a child in a hurry to come in, to home to be loved left them.

 

I have of friends from far places like China, Russia, India, and of places I have once traveled like Italy, Germany, London, even during the most hurtful time from Egypt, Syria, Somalia and Kenya all as if from one voice who shares the same dream. All parents of a child, all so willingly expressing a desire to stop War, all so fearful for their child, all crying for a voice of peace.

 

I have found of myself I failed in so many ways to reach others, I have as you well know confronted the mongers of War, That I have called for open debate, that I have expressed my opinion of their expense, thus making me sound so far a field. Yet I learn from each attempt.

 

I found a solidarity, that many here online as well as the many I have met since that day faithful day that wish became a dream, of feeling the same way, of felling a failure to express and achieve weather in voice or note chat, text, or comment that the very feelings of failure is so shared, for the same reason of contempt, that their voice not their vice be herd.

 

I found a belief in the dream, to which I cry is a voice strong enough to put a stop to human taking a human life out of cry of War, out of the noise of those bombs, out sounds of thunder do you hear a voice of reason of passion and of compassions, that there is no purpose to War but gain a gain not worth one Childs Life.

 

I found a belief that we really do desire such a thing as high a as peace.

 

I again ask for your apologies for taking so much of your time as to read of my simple task, a task to which I thought would be so easily achieved. To bring one wish into a dream.

 

Again I say to you dear friends please do share do discuss this each and every one, discuss the values of a parent the value of the life of a child and the expense of War. Reason among you for your conclusion, should it not be that “No Child Should Die by a Weapon of War.” That we no longer hear a mothers Wail, nor see a fathers Tear.

 

What is the cost of Peace the journey to the destiny of humanity.

 

Alas for I a concept to which I do not fight fair, for some buddy said I should write of Peace.

 

 

Chas