And here is a link to Poets Against War.
And here is a poem from Poets Against War:
we are feral rare
as mountain wolves
our hearts are pure
& stupid we go down
pitted against our own
-- Diane di Prima
What can I say? It's already been said.
"These fragments I have shored against my ruins...Shantih shantih shantih" - T.S. Eliot. "The Waste Land."