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Peace in this House?
He could see it now. In front of the crowd laid an unremarkable brown box. But that box was marked with a significant importance, not by what was on the outside but that which was in its storage. Though it may be locked, that box represented liberty. One by one those in line advanced forward speaking into the confinements of the box their wish for freedom. As the person in front of the box finished, the person behind them in line lurched forward to replace them. Satisfaction covered every face as they walked away, a luminous glow enclothed their face. The gloomy shades of oppression washed away with the flames of change. The culmination of their efforts was on that podium and it was heaven sent. Hypocrisy no more. Oppression no more. Hope was in Pandora’s box. Only life and peace left, waiting to be unblocked. There was freedom in the air. It was freedom that raised his foot to take a step forward and to stand with his fellow men. It was for freedom that he…