"But finally you find that you have people of flesh and blood on your hands, people with will and an individual sensibility of their own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate or distort." (Harold Pinter)
“How wrong this all is…” she said looking at him, “Old people can’t afford their rent, what a great country this is!”
He looked at the sky. It did not serve any purpose to dream. She was right. Fast, the light wing of hope was disappearing…
One day…
Image: Berliner Zeitung
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… One day
Will smile hopefulness. Again
And will flourish solidarity’s garden
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Excellently written, sadly true.
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Such a brief and powerful piece you have written…sad realities.
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