Still no ray of sunshine sneaking softly through the gloomy roiling darkness of world affairs,
I hope I do not need to keep repeating this lacklustre opening line until I fall down the stairs.
No warm wind of better news to lift the spirits of humankind and blow away endless cares,
Nothing to banish bullying apprehension of generations as they quake beneath baleful stares,
Will this anguish ever recede to life in green pastures and a good house needing few repairs.
No scorched walls lying in rubble, nostalgia strewn on a floor, a roof when the hot sun glares.
Are these realistic human aspirations or merely fleeting ghosts of wishes that nobody shares?
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