I Can't Help Telling You That I've

I Can't Help Telling You That I've Begin To Feel Deserted.

I Don't Believe That The Big Men, The Politicians And Capitalists Alone, Are Guilty Of War. Oh No, The Little Man Is Just As Guilty, Otherwise The Peoples Of The World Would Have Risen In Revolt Long Ago!

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

This Week I've Been Reading A Lot And Doing Little Work. That's The Way Things Ought To Be. That's Surely The Road To Success.

And You Can Always, Always, Give Kindness