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a government for me

I had a scary dream once

But it’s a dream that makes sense now.

In that dream,

The government set up a “program”

Where when you reached the age of 50 you were “terminated”-

In that dream, I was trying to hide my “loved” ones

As the government soldiers came to get them.

 

Every day after school, I go to Barnes&Nobles; to study

And read up on books I can’t afford to buy. And every day around

4:15 PM, these two old retired couple come in to read

And eat. The same routine every time; the wife points out where

They’re gonna sit (9 times out of 10 it’s the same table as yesterday).

The husband then goes to order their small size drinks and two cookies.

When he comes back, he grabs a stack of magazines and they just flip em’-

Sit there with a dull look on their faces and read for hours.

Amazed, I ask myself silently each time when I see them,

“so this is what life amounts to?”

 

I now see the government’s point.

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Written by
ugochukwu-charles-onyewuchi
Nigerian
Published
Jul 7, 2010
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