Great site:
www.poetsagainstthewar.org

"February 20, 2003 4 At the end of January, First Lady Laura Bush indefinitely postponed her symposium and reception "Poetry and the American Voice" after many of the nation’s finest poets declined her invitation in order to protest the war. Since then, Poets Against the War has made significant progress in rallying opposition to the Bush administration's planned assault on Iraq. "

Check it! You'll find lots of poems from all over the world. Millions of words saying NO to those who want to perpetuate violence as a way of solving conflicts.

(The pic is from www.percevalpress.com -Viggo Mortensen's site-)

This is a great poem by an author I'm discovering: Dylan Thomas. I think it shows what's happening these days.
Enjoy it!

The Hand that Signed the Paper Felled a City
by: Dylan Thomas

The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill has put an end to murder
That put an end to talk.

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand the holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.

The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.

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LA MANO QUE FIRMÓ EL PAPEL DERRIBÓ UNA CIUDAD
La mano que firmó el papel derribó una ciudad;
Cinco dedos soberanos tasaron el aliento,
Duplicaron el globo de los muertos y dividieron un país;
Estos cinco reyes dieron la muerte a un rey.
La mano poderosa lleva a un hombro inclinado,
Los nudillos se crispan en al tiza;
Una pluma de ganso puso final al crimen
Que había puesto fin a la palabra.
La mano que firmó ese pacto engendró fiebre,
Y creció el hambre y vino la langosta;
Grande es la mano que domina al hombre
Tan sólo con un nombre borroneado.
Los cinco reyes cuentan los muertos pero no mitigan
La herida en su costra ni acarician la frente;
Una mano rige la piedad como otra rige el cielo;
Las manos no tienen lágrimas que derramar.
Thomas Dylan.