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When the smoke has dissolved in the whirlwind of optimism. The fireworks have worn off. The toasts have been exchanged. The embraces still afterglow. The kisses have dried.
When, after much laughter and music, people retreat to their own positions and the divisions and discontent have returned. Then the country turns back into itself. The poor and the being different are again ostracized and excluded. People again choose the far-right positions. The far-left retreats into their trenches.
Pointless discussions for their own benefit, in politics, creep back into the pattern of every day. Where the people are left out in the cold. The future made uncertain by those politics. The all-darkening fog and smoke, is raised to fool the people.
Man in all her vulnerability is caught in an evolutionary vortex. Its power unmercifully pulls us further and further down into an endless depth.
When the smoke of war has cleared. The dead are counted. The damage has been recorded. The suffering has been inventoried.
When, after much weeping and commemorations, people retreat into their own hatred and reproach and still unprocessed grief. Then the country prepares again for the next war. The arms industry then runs at full speed again. The media steeped in political ethos puts the people on edge again. Are the…
