Rien n’a change` (nothing has changed)
by David Leigh
Friday, March 21, 2003
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Not a poem but it sort of fits the theme of what's being said here tonight.
This is what happened to me the day war broke out.
Rien n’a change`
The message of peace is banded around the campus as student and pedagogue alike, join together in harmony. A day of harmony the banners say that are draped casually across a pagoda.
Honeysuckle on the warm air of a late summer day embraces the senses, giving little hint of the harsh conditions on a battlefield half a world away. Conditions brought about by a mindless dictator whose pleasure in life is the suffering of others, pitched against a Goliath democracy with a leviathan appetite to gobble up the earth’s resources.
“Student strike tomorrow. Join the strike for peace!” was the cry from a young girl handing out fluorescent flyers. Her motives were genuine, her passion real as she called out to me. I declined of course, why would I strike? What good would it do?
My mobile rang like a muffled songbird from somewhere in my backpack and I scrambled to find it.
“The war’s started” said Patricia as I brought it to my ear. “America has invaded Iraq” she continued. “What time will you be home?” as if it were all one sentence and in the same context.
I smiled and replied “half an hour or so”.
The smell of onions wafted from the direction of the banner and carnivorous instincts took over. I’m not sure what the cause was to warrant the cheap price of two dollars, possibly the peace movement.
I sat and ate the hotdog reflecting on the young man who, in nineteen sixty two, was arrested for knocking off a policeman’s hat in London. America and Russia had the weapons of mass destruction then. And we, the youth of yesterday, wanted them to disarm.
To quote Ferdinand de Saussure; “There is nothing new only a rearrangement of words already written.”
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