Do not let become hateful ideologies degenerate into

 

WAR, and the pity of war
(Wilfred Owen, Dulce et decorum est)

 

Bent double, like old begrs under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

  
'IMAGINE THE CONSEQUENCES OF A NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON. THERE IS JUST ONE ALTERNATIVE TO PREVENT UNIVERSAL DEATH:

SAY NO!

If man say not no, if you say not no, then the last human being will wander with teared intestines and poisend lungs, with no answers and lonely under the poisend burning hot sun and under shaked stars, lonely amoung the endless mass graves and the cold idols of the gigantic bricks in the empty cities, the last human being, withered, insane, abusing, complaining and his terrible lament WHY will unheard disappear in the steppe, blow through the sharp ruins, trickled away in the ruins of the churches, dash against high bunkers, fell in pools of blood, unheard, no answer, the last cry of the animal of the last animal:

MAN

 

Numerous of artists carried out this thought short after the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs