It is summer in the north, winter in the south
Whatever the season, its toll is a heavy one
Lives are disappearing right, left and centre
The Black Dog, the last egalitarian, is unleashed
Whatever their country, colour, faith, sex or age
All are prey to its ravenous appetite
There is no shelter against bombs
There is no refuge against Ebola
There is no sanctuary against holy fanatics
There is no cover against racism
There is no asylum against invading armies
Where is the magic whistle
To bring it to heel and under control?
L. C. Bailliet
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