From: in2@prism.gatech.EDU (NOGRADI,ISTVAN)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.magyar
Subject: A Patriotic Wind
Date: 6 Apr 92 18:02:57 GMT
Organization: Georgia Institute of Technology


A Patriotic Wind.


When the occupational forces moved out, the country was left raped, 
pilfered and dismembered by oppression and turbulent times of two 
wars and international politics thereafter. The last dreadful stars 
have fallen. The country's rich heritage, culture, and citizens 
were violated or destroyed. Her people were divided in their deep 
scars. Some were in the country, some in Annexias, and some were 
scattered over foreign entities. The rich flowers of the land were 
weltered. 

Suddenly it sounded like an approaching patriotic wind was trying 
to deliver a message that has long been lingering somewhere in 
the space of echoes. "On your feet..." it shouted; "the homeland 
is calling!" "Act now or never!" 

But the country was too busy. Some of her citizens were on the job, 
others were in the unemployment lines. Some were shopping, others 
were concentrating on vacations abroad. Some were in the theaters 
others were watching television. Some were preoccupied, and some 
just did not care! Some were quietly hiding their past, others were 
busy in hatred! Some were negotiating and others were fighting.

It looked down and saw the once magnificent and great homeland 
and recognized her cities, villages, mountains and valleys. It 
shouted again! "On your feet citizens!" It paused, caught a large 
breath and continued; "the homeland is calling!" "This is the 
time or never!"

But the country was too busy. Some of her citizens were working, 
others were unemployed. Some were shopping, others were 
concentrating on vacations. Some went out, others were watching 
television. Some were preoccupied, and some just did not care! Some 
were quietly hiding their past, others were busy in hatred! Some 
were negotiating and others were fighting. Some were deaf, others 
forgot their mother-tongue. Some in strange worlds were afraid, and 
some were just too set in their adopted foreign comfort. Some of 
the country's new leaders were reaching for indiscriminate selfish 
power and some were just bickering. 

The wind looked down. The country's rich flowers were weltered! Her 
people were divided and did not seem to belong. Her cultural, 
intellectual and social nourishment was drained in murky whirlpools 
of tinted political past. It also seemed as if a contagious 
disease of complacency kept her citizens prisoners. Could the 
country's opportunity to revival be inhibited by a shroud of the 
past and selfish and bickering multi-directional attitudes?

Suddenly the frustrated and exasperated wind remembered the 
revolutions. It looked down and searched for their heroes in hope 
to reach them where once the original homeland was, - down 
through the murky cover of uncooperative turbulences. With its last 
gasp for air it bursted out in a desperate cry! "On your feet 
citizens!" ....paused and continued; "the homeland is calling!" 
"This is the time or never!"

There was no immediate response. The citizens seemed to have been 
busy, but the fading wind prayed that some of them were awakened, 
and heard--or still remembered--and would respond to the faint but 
timely words of their famous poet; "Talpra magyar,....hi a haza,...
itt az ido,....most vagy soha!......"
-- 
NOGRADI,ISTVAN
Georgia Institute of Technology, Atlanta Georgia, 30332
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