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The golden dawn is breaking over this, our land;
Peace in our time - echoes of the past.
Peace where? The fighting goes on in our Europe,
Bubbling up, the released pressure of time's memory.
Historic meetings, breakthroughs cannot stop
The spiral of war and peace and war and peace ..

The circus of clowning continues, unacceptable -
But who else now can challenge it.
Another peace? Who is left to believe or try
In a land torn apart.
The restoked fires of hate spit, blindly accusing,
Seeing only what they can't.
A false dawn is breaking with another round
Of talks about talks about talks about talks ..

Philip Ralph Johnston,
20 & 27 October 1991.