From the sayings of Gibran Khalil Gibran
Woe to a nation in which sects and sects are abundant and devoid of religion.
Woe to the nation that dresses from what it does not weave, eats from what it does not grow, and drinks from what it does not squeeze.
Woe to a nation that considers the tyrant a hero, and sees the humiliated conqueror as merciful.
Woe to the nation that does not raise its voice unless it marches at a funeral, that does not take pride except in ruin, and does not revolt unless its neck is between the sword and the spear.
Woe to a nation whose leader is a fox, whose philosopher is a sorcerer, and whose art is the art of patchwork and imitation.
Woe to a nation that welcomes its ruler by trumpeting and bids farewell by whistling, only to receive another by trumpeting and honking.
Woe to a nation whose wise men have been mute from the depths of years, and whose strong men are still in bedclothes.
Woe to a nation whose sane people are mute, whose strong people are blind, and whose deceitful people are talkative.
Woe to a nation divided into parts, and each part considers itself a nation.”
Gibran Khalil Gibran
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