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OSTRICH

 The things unseen  often acquire giant proportions. The Nazis turned into  ghouls  and the Holocaust  aroused the  shock  and disgust  of what man made of man  and since then our psyche remains  lodged in the unholy fate of man ! 

fast forward .  A part of the world in Europe  and Middle East  is floundering.  The  cold blooded  killings of men women and children  in the warfare, their maimed bodies being carried away by the stunned half dead humans  while  some clamouring for a loaf  of  bread or anything to feed their hungry stomachs  presents the horrendous accounts  of  human atrocities. But are we shocked in the same manner ?  perhaps not.  Is  it  our mental cunning  or the deadness of our souls to gaslight our  psyche  to the present shock  in order to retain the past  to exonerate the present! 

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