At age 36, the United Nations is a misbegotten prometheus chained down to a very disunited disarrayed world. Its tire has long been extinguished, its promise long lost in the ever-gathering clouds of tension, conflict and war.
ISSUE DATE: Sep 30, 1981 | UPDATED: Oct 27, 2014 12:52 IST
At age 36, the United Nations is a misbegotten prometheus chained down to a very disunited disarrayed world. Its tire has long been extinguished, its promise long lost in the ever-gathering clouds of tension, conflict and war.