Smoke came from the mountain pass troops marched to the border, general mobilizing declared, the old spoke of wars of yore the young stopped slouching and looked around for the enemy. Ministers and king wore uniform, laws were passed against a fifth columnists and against anyone who had a different opinion than the norm; although many were arrested no one was tried. War cry had brought order from the chaos of democratic peace.
The jingoistic fever lasted all summer a good time for marching and military parades, women wore flowers in their hair ready to kiss loved ones goodbye. Fall rain, the north-westerly blew cold and war didn't happen, leaders congratulated themselves for winning the peace, and as big snowflakes slowly fell so did our realization that we open eyed had marched into an open prison and could no longer travel anywhere, in our country, without a passport.
