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Hardcover
First published December 8, 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I tell you that in the arts of life, man invents nothing: but in the arts of death, he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine.... In the arts of peace, Man is a bungler... his heart is in his weapons (George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman, Act III. pp. 142-143, 1903.).Despite the tenets of peace, love and forgiveness in most major religions, so many revel in violence and destruction. Share this book with children in hopes that they will learn its lesson before it's too late.
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?...
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind (Bob Dylan, "Blowin' in the Wind," Special Rider Music, 1962.).