I avoid writing about the situation in my country, but I must share this great poem by David Rothman:
There has to be a better way than this:
The frantic pace obscuring what time means,
The endless sense that something is amiss,
The numbing cold upon the flickering screens.
There has to be a better way to live,
Where rage and outrage tire of their striptease,
Where we realize that to get we have to give,
Where opponents are not enemies.
We’d better find a way to cool it down.
We’d better learn to have more conversations.
We need to learn that we’re a common noun,
Admit some calculus of variations.
Otherwise, well, you think this is rough?
I’ve never heard a fire say “Enough.”
by David Rothman