Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 17, 2011 at 5:05 AM


Old people and children are to blame for our overpopulation, yet the land where

I live, is empty everyone has gone to live in a city fleeing poverty hoping to find

work, now they are worse off than before. A sudden blackout, I sat in darkness

couldn’t even see my hands. Staggered around till I found a flashlight, lit candles

I had in the kitchen; back at the time when people rose at first light and went to

bed early and stories were told by the old by the fireside .Only priests could read

and we believed in their gospel truths and they held the evil power of knowledge.

Now cities are lit up like Christmas, no corners are dark and it easier to believe in

neon light rather than god. We are urbane and laugh in the face of gloom and call

it Halloween. There was a time when people were old at forty and many children

died in infancy. Electricity is back, but we mustn’t forget if we do not take care we

can easily be thrown into to a world of cruelty where only those between the age

of twenty and sixty have the right to eat, and babies are hidden in basements to

avoid detection have their vocal cord cut. The old have facelift in frantic attempt

to look fifty four, to avoid being gassed, at places called: “Friends of the seniors”

and “Heavenly Peace.” And silent children, survivors of our selfish madness, shall

inherit our world and learn to whistle as new way of communication.

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