First The Grub, Then The Morals.

Some Party Hack Decreed That The People Had Lost The Government's Confidence And Could Only Regain It With Redoubled Effort. If That Is The Case, Would It Not Be Simpler, If The Government Simply Dissolved The People And Elected Another?

But Something's Missing.

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

All The Gang Of Those Who Rule Us Hope Our Quarrels Never Stop Helping Them To Split And Fool Us So They Can Remain On Top.

Art Is Not A Mirror Held Up To Reality But A Hammer With Which To Shape It.