Monday, January 21, 2008
School starts...by Newton Is Concern
Another year another war.
War in kindergarten that is.
As I pass the prisons (classrooms),
some of the prisoners (children) were screaming in excruciating pain,
emotional pain that is,
as none were physically tortured but some were threatened,
as though this pain was not horrible enough.
Stop crying!
I tell you stop!
Don't make me come over!
You gonna get it!
Shut up!
Enough!
The prisoner does not seem to understand.
More crying...
louder...
more tears...
more panic...
more fear...
more retaliation.
I think there is no other more disturbing sound than the cry.
Whether the crying is loud...
soft...
old...
young...
human...
animal...
flowing tears...
tearless(is there such a word?)...
weep,
sob,
whimper,
howl,
wail,
moan,
whine.
If vegetables could cry too i bet there will be less vegetarians.
Some prisoners use the cry as a weapon...
to weaken the soldiers (mommy and daddy).
From young,
the prisoner to be has slowly but surely mastered the art of crying,
the most irritating,
pathetic,
pitiful,
irresistable,
attention seeking cry.
The kind of cry that everyone else will turn around and look at the poor thing,
the innocent,
pure,
helpless,
and then stare down at the soldier,
the guilty,
wrongdoer,
terrible soldier.
Tears flowing,
cendol flowing,
saliva flowing,
eyes red,
nose red,
in fact most of the face is red.
And for better effect,
the prisoner does not wipe whatever is flowing.
At times when the cry is not working it is followed by coughing,
choking,
panting,
gasping for air,
vomitting and
the saddest look you ever saw.
By this time most of the soldiers are weaken and some will release the prisoner immediately,
some will promise to buy toys/treats,
the soldiers retreat and plan to go to retreats.
Some soldiers will not give in no matter what,
this is the way it is,
its for your own good,
you'll thank me later,
everybody must go through this,
this is life.
The remaining crying prisoners stretch their hands out the windows,
desperately reaching for freedom,
independence,
hope,
to be rescued,
save me...
help me...
please...
pleaseeeee.
Why me?
Why here?
Why now?
Why must i be prisoned?
Why is this good for me?
How can this be good for me?
Candy is good for me not this!
This is horror,
terror,
go look yourself in the mirror.
The soldier prepares to leave,
one last gaze at the prisoner,
the prisoner look intently at the soldier,
wishing the worst will not happen.
The soldier walks away,
leaves the prisoner,
the prisoner cries loudly,
a final futile attempt,
the soldier doesn't turn/look back,
the soldier is out of sight.
Pain...
grief...
ache...
hurt...
oh its penetrating into my heart,
mind,
flesh,
bones,
soul,
everywhere...
why why why...
this is madness...
insanity...
the prisoner does not accept it well.
The soldier thinks this is for the best,
the crying prisoner feels otherwise.
The soldier thinks the battle is won,
the prisoner feels war has just begun.
