Posted August 28, 2013
by Jerry Alatalo
Bob Dylan, like billions of men, women and children on this Earth, waits for that day when his song “Masters Of War” will be nothing but an interesting relic in a museum, from a long, long time ago, when humanity had not yet understood love, peace, brotherhood and oneness.
“What was a master of war, mommy?”
“Yes daddy, what was a master of war…”