"The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand w… - Bertolt Brecht

When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!"<p>When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

Literary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods. Realist writing, of which history offers many widely varying examples, is likewise conditioned by the question of how, when and for what class it is made use of.

The war which is coming
Is not the first one. There were
Other wars before it.
When the last one came to an end
There were conquerors and conquered.
Among the conquered the common people
Starved. Among the conquerors
The common people starved too.

Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is at their heels.