Hole impenetrably dark descends over a land of light. Fear is fuel to this cloud we call nationalism. To fear its passing isn't ignorance but rather heightened awareness to the preference of light and perils of darkness.
Poetry and Perspective
Hole impenetrably dark descends over a land of light. Fear is fuel to this cloud we call nationalism. To fear its passing isn't ignorance but rather heightened awareness to the preference of light and perils of darkness.