Graceful Lives The landscape from my home is clear, as cottonwool clouds dab gently at a cooling breeze. A sway of poppies transfuse the golden morrow's bread while yonder hill stands proud but soft and smooth ... green over all.   A buzzy lake with waterfowl, and leaping fry and stealthy tench. This clean and pleasant land, This dream, this England!

DISGRACEFUL EVILS The landscape on the screen is blurred, by acrid clouds from burning fields and orphaned homes. Stilled, human scarecrows guard a crop of wanton waste as unseen guns chant loud their prayer of hate and prey upon a sacrificial mess.   A crater with some water foul, a shattered church, a burning mosque and Holy Smoke defiles with deathly stench, that cleaned-of-peasant land, that nightmare that's intolerance.