In The Stars

There is a place, here on Earth, where civilisation as we know it came to be - a place of absolutes. A towering, frightening beauty, where bound in soil and rock we can find flawless wealth - and unstoppable death. This cradle of mankind, this clashing firebowl of creation, magically coppered skies, with granite spires and smouldering fires, brewing under the cauldron of hard-ground oatmeal and rice.

This may sound magical, it may sound hellish, but people live here. People surrounded by an ultimate wealth of sights, sounds and smells. But they don't see the scenery any longer. Too hungry you see. Too thirsty even to lift their heads and cry out for mercy from the sun. Too dependant upon others to bring in food or water. Too sick to bury their own dead.

"We be of one blood ye and I"

Whilst others fight over the mangy remains of the Middle East oil fields, the sovereignty of the bullies who perpetrate these injustices is safe. No bible-belt turkey-necks from the home of the brave dares lift their heads above the parapets of these Sudanese hills, lest they lose their seats in Congress next time around.

Don't wait for someone else to do something, they won't. Don't complain bitterly to the government of the day, and blame them for the inaction. Our Government is an extension of our country's soul, and they do what we will them to do.

So will them. When you change, so will they.

Sergei