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7 A Disillusioned Youth He sits on hard hot asphalt, lines of dry red crawl on his face, with a bow and arrow in hand! His downcast eyes ogle a brown puddle Broken pieces of plastic scattered around it— a broken road! A cool wind gently brushes his brow, a faint mustache of perspiration appear on his upper lip, but his mind, wrung like a wet towel, zooms onto a nation’s distant past, of an ancient history, where maps of national territories diverged. His mind, like a field of ruins, lacks perceptive depth clouded by a searing storm of anger! Alas, a memory, knotted like rope, raped off a constellation of activity, is permanently paralyzed! A government’s imprisonment of words begin— Plunging humankind into an abyss of despair Into a land of darkness, where old news is but a reminder of a past worth forgetting! Where new news comes not at all. Rumors, disguised as news, hardly a luxury. Ethnic boundaries diverge permanently! ...

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