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Oct 26·edited Oct 26

Unfortunately, I can offer no solutions to the dire situation which has been allowed to develop before our eyes Siobhán. In the late summer of 1939, Louis MacNeice wrote a poem called Cushendun. It was inspired by a place not far from where you live, and you have no doubt heard it already. Some of the lines read....."All night the bay is plashing and the moon Marks the break of the waves."......."Only in the dark green room beside the fire With the curtains drawn against the wind and waves There is a little box with a well-bred voice: What a place to talk of War". The war MacNeice feared followed soon afterwards of course. And, as your post points out, we can "draw the curtains" all we like, but some day there will have to be a reckoning for our failure to intervene in the genocide that is being openly committed. I hope we will not have to pay as great a price as the people in the Middle-East. I cannot say however that we will not deserve to because of our inaction.

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