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Social democracy (1945-1985):

In 1945,the worlds 3 great powers met at the yatta conference to nagociate an amicable and stable peace.U.K. prime minister winston churchill joined the U.S.A.president :Frenkline D.Roosevelt and josheph stelin,the general secratory of the communist party of the soviet unions central committee.(The declaine of the britain compared to the two superpowers :The U.S.A. and THE soviet union,many viewed the world with two political and economic system as "Bipolar".

The social democratic government in the post-war period introduced majors of social reform in the 1960 and 70s in the new social forces ,introduced the social-democrat argued by their mixed economy and their many reform of capitalism began to change the political landscape in the western world.However,particularly after the coming to the power of British premier "Margret thatcher in 1979,and the U.S. president Ronald Reagan 1981,and the fall of the Berlin wall in 1989,many social democratic party leaders argued that capitalism had won.

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Poem: Were I To Choose by Gabriel Okara

Were I to Choose “When Adam broke the stone and red streams reged down to gather in the womb, an angel calmed the storm”, “And I, the breath mewed in Cain, unbliniking gaze at the world without from the brink of an age”. Gabriel is immersed in folk tradition and ballad influences of tradition and culture are found in his poem. His poems are regional as well as universal. His poems are sometimes lyrical and full of music. The poem ‘Were I to choose’ is reminiscent of yeast poem called “Adam’s Curse.” The poet has tried to compare Adam’s toiling in the soil with the Negros working in the soil. They broke the stone themselves which was their very foundation. The red streams are symbolized for the multilingual diversity that reaches the womb Africa. Cain in this poem metaphorically represents the next generation. ‘I’ in Ok

Poem: "Daddy" by sylvia plath

Poem: Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew.

Poem: The Mystic Drum by Gabriel Okara

The Mystic Drum: The Mystic Drum is Okara’s love lyric. The Mystic Drum evinces a tripartite ritual pattern of imitation from innocence through intimacy to experience. By comparison to the way of zone as manifested in the experience of Zen master, Chin Yuan Wei-Asian this pattern resolves itself into an emotional and epistemic logical journey from conventional knowledge through more intimate knowledge to learn of experience empowers the lover to understand that beneath the surface attractiveness of what we know very well may lie an abyss of the unknown and unknowable belching darkness. But experience teaches us at this stage of substantial knowledge not to expose ourselves to the dangers of being beholden to this unknown and unknowable reality by keeping our passions under strict control including the prudent decision to ‘pack’ the ‘Mystic Drum’ of our innocence and evanescence making sure that it does not ‘beat so lo

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