As I see some European countries sleepwalking while the radical fanatics shriek in the streets a short recitative comes to mind:
"Who is in charge of the clattering train? The axles creak and couplings strain, And the pace is hot, and the points are near, And sleep has deadened the driver's ear; And the signals flash through the night in vain, For Death is in charge of the clattering train."
Giovanni


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