What a peace prevailed,
When the shrieks arrayed,
To drown each other.
What content was felt,
When the grinding mill dealt,
A dull blow to the head.
What joy therein lay,
To be killed by the day,
Not killing it oneself.
But then the sun shines,
The warlord divine,
And the war begins anew.
I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!
Bittersweet Pills 
I have been wanting to put a comment here but am at loss of words.
Anything related to Wars depresses me. But then that is life. I wonder if man would ever learn to live in peace