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False Dawn
Once more the masses have all been absorbed. They laugh and cheer, completely enthralled. One man out runs them all. The anthem plays, the crowd applauds. Throughout the affair the flag waves proudly. A constant reminder of where I belong. I cast my mind back just a year, where the tunnel we thought would run forever began to bare light (so bright it blinds our fragile eyes, accustomed to this murky state). In went the stallions & armored combatants. The hooded army stood firm despite the largest of odds. Their anger could not be detained by batons or hoofs. As expected, the image that fills the screen is one of disarray; burnt out cars and shards of glass. A glut of buzzwords frames the scene. The column inches write themselves: ‘Arsenal at the ready!’ ‘Armored rear compartment’, ‘wire bars and bulletproof glass’. Live rounds are fired precise to 70 yards. Still the spotlight seems to shine on the throwers of stones and those prepared to toe the line that runs throughout everything that we’ve ever known. Etched, carved and cut into stone from the Ritz hotel to the Tesco store. Scratch it. Cut it loose.