And one more child had been killed. The media did not notify anything. These cases were quite ordinaries, not attracting people’s attention to it.
Once upon a time there was a society where children were not welcome. They did not have a long lifetime and they used to die a little everyday, in a slow and painful process. For many people, it was natural, like these “things of life” and in this society, it was expected everybody to turn out to be an infanticide. There were homicide infanticide and suicide infanticide people in it.
The homicide ones were the ones who used to kill the children. They were bitter, frustrated, sad and selfish people. They used to do it by destroying dreams, by acts or words. They used to say that happiness is an illusion and unhappiness is an inescapable destiny. They could not sketch out a smile and other’s happiness was considered offensive by them. And always they could, they used to trick someone and take some advantage of them.
There was sincerity in children. They used to say and behave the way they were feeling. There was bright on children’s eyes. They could see what was really beautiful. There was happiness in children. They could smile without great reasons. There was innocence in children. They used not to make friends for mere interest.
They have screamed: “The child is smiling, take out all its teeth! It must be one of us, an alive body with a died soul. It must grow up and become artificial just like all of us”.
The suicide infanticide ones saw all this nastiness and they could not find happiness in the society they lived. All these black clouds with bad feelings gave them two options: to die or to kill.
You decided to die. You would rather kill your child and spare it from the homicides. It was your last act of protection. And so you killed the child and yourself. You made it become and you turned out to be one more alive body with a died soul. Did not you really have any exit? Why did you kill the child inside you?
Once upon a time there was a society where children were not welcome. They did not have a long lifetime and they used to die a little everyday, in a slow and painful process. For many people, it was natural, like these “things of life” and in this society, it was expected everybody to turn out to be an infanticide. There were homicide infanticide and suicide infanticide people in it.
The homicide ones were the ones who used to kill the children. They were bitter, frustrated, sad and selfish people. They used to do it by destroying dreams, by acts or words. They used to say that happiness is an illusion and unhappiness is an inescapable destiny. They could not sketch out a smile and other’s happiness was considered offensive by them. And always they could, they used to trick someone and take some advantage of them.
There was sincerity in children. They used to say and behave the way they were feeling. There was bright on children’s eyes. They could see what was really beautiful. There was happiness in children. They could smile without great reasons. There was innocence in children. They used not to make friends for mere interest.
They have screamed: “The child is smiling, take out all its teeth! It must be one of us, an alive body with a died soul. It must grow up and become artificial just like all of us”.
The suicide infanticide ones saw all this nastiness and they could not find happiness in the society they lived. All these black clouds with bad feelings gave them two options: to die or to kill.
You decided to die. You would rather kill your child and spare it from the homicides. It was your last act of protection. And so you killed the child and yourself. You made it become and you turned out to be one more alive body with a died soul. Did not you really have any exit? Why did you kill the child inside you?
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