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September 1, 2099

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Dotted everywhere they'd look,
men saw ironic points of light,
and spoke the words: "Let there be night!"
which you won't find inside the book
describing how the world began.
Of all days this one was the worst,
'39, September 1st,
when hell began to hit the fan,
resuscitating ancient hate
to undermine the status quo
like ancient walls of Jericho.
The plan was, on this fateful date,
to make the Treaty of Versailles
as dead a letter as the Jews
from whom they would collect the shoes
before B Zyklon made them die.

The men who started this great battle
did not know most of them were fated
to share the fate of those they hated,
having treated worse than cattle
so many of inferior races,
especially the Jews they claimed
to be mere vermin, while they aimed
to wipe them out in all the places
the Jews inhabited for ages.
September 1st, when this all started,
a lot of men were not downhearted,
because not everybody rages
against the dying of the light,
and even now most men prefer
to look askance, and not bestir
themselves when seeing what is right
attacked by might, while they refuse
to see the danger that the dove
of peace creates for those whose love
is useless in the wars they lose.

Inspired by the 70th anniversary of the outbreak of the Second World War on September 1, 2009, and the poem W. H. Auden wrote to commemorate that date:

September 1st, 1939
W.H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,"
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.