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Meanwhile, COVID-19.

The widespread pandemic is a clear warning to those radical elements which have evolved exponentially over the centuries all over the world. This radicalism has turned this earth a worst place to live on. Apart from the physical health, the fear of this virus targets one's psychological strength. Antidotes are in trials and hopefully something positive will emerge from the kitty of renowned R&Ds in coming months. Subsequently, this R&D variable covers the physical part. But what about the psychological part. Will it ever bent away from the negative thought process after this pandemic is over? Israel through the Federal Reserve controls the economic metabolism of the world, and will nations ever be freed from these shackles of Capitalism? The largest economies are in great depression. Will they ever learn a lesson and stop thriving on the blood of the poor masses? Will these economies ever stop dancing on the tunes of capitalistic goons? You know, trillion dollar deals are signed between different countries for nuclear weapons, bio weapons and artillery. But will these so called sound economies ever collaborate with any poor nation and wipe-out its poverty completely? Whether a chai-walla, a white supremacist or any controlled-economic expert leads a country, it is more important for them to create a bunch of billionaires rather than feeding the hungry. And adaptability in politics is indispensable to them than the stability of the country. So will these diplomats ever revive the policy of human affairs and decelerate the art and intensity of conflict? Will there ever be checks to limit the range of activities of the colonial oppressors? 
And finally will we ever regain our 1400 years back legacy and revive our lifestyle morally, ethically, economically, socially and politically!
©Mohsin Itoo
Kashmir-2020/03
(lock down)
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