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by Jack Hirschman
Peace you want? Then go to war for the rest of your days. Not to the wars of
the killers of life, those who are bombing and godding, godding and bombing
in interchangeable attacks of mortal lies. Stand for once at the precipice of your-
self and leap into the new class war. They’ve tried killing that child of the poor,
the homeless and oppressed; they’ve tried erasing class war from the blackboard
of the mind. To no avail. It is invincibly alive. Sentence yourself to it, O prisoner
of cybernetic banalities, self-delusional hedonisms of futile ruts, and the surplus
of dead bread they’ve thrown to you in your atomized cell. The only way out of
the prison of their making is the new class war, the struggle for the dignity of all
human and animal natures against their death-rattling fascisms that are poisoning
the earth with desolation’s power. The only way to peace is in the struggle where
feelings and ideas transfigure themselves and organize the tomorrow that belongs
to all good men, women and children as the inextinguishable radiance of the peace
that puts death’s wars away forever.
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