12th March 2016

UMBil
What should I do if in fretful sleep
the ghosts of the slaughtered were to appear,
bloody, pale, and wan, and weep
in front of me, what should I do?

That’s the question the 18th century writer, Matthias Claudius asks in his poem, Warsong. Looking back on our wars and the people we have slaughtered, this is the question we have still not answered completely. That distant, looming war which is already under way and which never stops, poses his same question yet again.

Alas, it is war, and I don’t wish to carry the guilt for it.

~~Gunter Grass

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