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Many still patient!
An unknown number cynical
(a null;
disregard unless angry)

What do you do
when the president of a great union
says to a reporter
looking into his affairs in 1955:
" We've got the muscles.
You're just writing words. "

Don't worry,
those with grievances will be allayed
and the loyal center
will receive the medal of virtue.

The Great Powers meanwhile had a gentleman's agreement:
No peace until each reaches military superiority.
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