INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Laszlo Slomovits
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HOLY GRANDFATHERS When Josef prays, he prays with the names of Azik & Ebereham who are his fathers and people follow him and no one complains, but when I pray with my grandfathers' names they antagonize me and say that I am worshiping idol. How & when has my grandfather become an idol? THE UN-FOUGHT WAR I can hear the salvo. All the people are grumbling. All the cities are waking. They are firing with misdeeds. They are firing with AK-47s. They are firing with curses and abuses. But I am firing with pen. Pen of an embittered poet? Pen of a rebel poet? Pen of a Child's Rights activist? Pen of an un-noticed author? Pen of a hungry opulent father's child? Pen of an uncelebrated citizen who has been solemn in solitude? Who has been rewarded with sacrilege? Albeit, I did not initiate any war, neither thinks there is war, neither am I in war. But is there no war? My kins and kiths, siblings and survivors, brothers and mothers, fathers and sisters, all are fleeing the neighborhood, all, because of the danger ahead? If nothing is done to stem this inglorious hidden war initiated by the practitioners of the government for the people and for the people and by the people, the Cold War will be defined more than I can chronicle. Anarchy is better been read, than seen being practiced!
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