Ocean Township High School - Sandpiper Yearbook (Oakhurst, NJ)

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SO USELESS A WORD War What an ugly word. So useless and cynical. so destructive . . . so wrong. Why? Why must it exist? Why must it kill and damage and CHANGE the world. The world of plants and animals and people. The world that was meant to be . . . Such waste. And for what? A piece of land, money, water . . . and power. Lives lost and the world made into a hollow globe, a world so dead, so lifeless, and most of all . . . so hateful. Why? There is no reason. There will never be . . . a good reason. Never. Denise Telonidis '80 m , ,.-s.l... Ms 4. A Why are you killing me? he sat up and screamed As he woke from his nightly nightmarish dream. A warm tear gently slid down his cheek But he was lucky, he'd be home in a week. Two days passed, then three, and four, His terrible visions came no more. He knew he could make it back alive, He had seen the battle and survivedi! A crowd gathered on a fog shrouded street. And an old woman's heart skipped a beat. The crowd let out a loud hero's cheer The woman felt only her dead son's fear. Jill Martin '81 Howard Slater '81

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DOVE OF FREEDOM Today the Freedom Bird flies my way. She lands and covers me with her snow-white wings and whispers sweet words of wisdom to me. And as she speaks, I reach out to touch her. And then . . . I'm - there . . . in a world of true life. The beings of this world live in their snow-white village, which Is surely a sign of purity. As I watched these beings study their martial arts, I realized they were not studying for seIf-defense or any other violent inten- tions, for the thoughts of these beings were concerned with the conditioning of their bodies, their souls, and for peace of mind. Here, there was no need for seIf-defense. The beings here were in pursuit of constructive goals, with positive thoughts to guide them. They learned from life that to live is to seek spiritual fulfillment, instead of surrendering to unhappiness. I asked the dove of freedom, Why is one's life so meaningful and beautiful here? She ruffled her wings and said unto me: Your world is little more than a stage, as one of your number so wisely once put it. You, man, is but an actor upon life. Is it not true that one man may characterize many others? A true man Is one who knows himseif, and judges others for what they are, not because of race. My people live here In harmony, for this is truest life. So I ask again the dove of all manis wisdom: Is it possible for me to stay? And the dove of freedom repiied softiy: So sorry, my friend, but your world is of harsh realities, and so you must return. Put to use that which you have seen and heard, for it can make you truIy a happy man. And with a touch of her silvery snow-white wing . . . I am here, back in school again. But seeing things quite differently. John Salgado .9 E E on o. 3 o. n o I: