At the end of the day

9/11 - America's worst nightmare come true. 5 years on.

Is there peace?

Will there ever be peace?

I quote one verse from a poem by W. H. Auden.

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die..