life signs of a dead society

In a few days, 51% of 51% of the majority of the Lebanese people will march to a square where they will stand for hours listening to petty talks and small speeches which lack any sense of God given wit or charisma. they will stand in the rain, in the snow, in the dashing heat, under any sun, whether it was blue, yellow or orange. they will march and stand, not so united, to honor a five year old corpse. a few months earlier, other percentages of the Lebanese nation stood in a similar square honoring a 7th century degraded image of chivalry, and a corpse. A few months later, it will be the turn of another gathering, another corpse, different colors. It seems hard to rally people in this miserable society without corpses or cadavers. As if the entire sense of political engagement resolved around the wicked stench of decaying flesh and degrading bones. (Even the corpses of the deceased victims of the Ethiopian airlines plane that crashed in the sea a few weeks ago, hold a gathering of their own.)
I am afraid this is but only a symbolical and ironical image of the society that the Lebanese have succeeded to alienate in the past few decades.These are the life signs of a dead society.
I leave you now, until we meet again ..... around a corpse.