It’s getting to be that time of year in my country. The school final exam ‘season’ starts towards the end of February and the carnage begins. So much pressure, so much hope and for some such a weight of despair that many of these little ones resort to death as the only escape from the hell on earth that we have created for them. We have placed such a terrible burden on our children; by our society, our family, our friends, our classmates, our teachers and our whole rotten “system of education”.
Let us pray that each child will have the fortitude to withstand and that each one will find at least a single friend to tell him or her that all is not lost…
But every year we see them fall, plucked from life.
Then follows only the quietest of bewailings and helpless wringings of hands – and for such a little while – lest any should find out that we all share the blame.
See the first bit of
A MODEST PROPOSAL
FOR PREVENTING THE CHILDREN OF POOR PEOPLE IN IRELAND FROM BEING A BURDEN TO THEIR PARENTS OR COUNTRY, AND FOR MAKING THEM BENEFICIAL TO THE PUBLIC
By Jonathan Swift, 1729
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