The Anthem
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The little girl smiled to herself as she was staring at the tiny flower bud which had formed recently by the plant she had planted in their dry, naked, unfinished garden. She made sure to water her plant every day, since large pink roses with their delicious sweet smell were her favorites. She was also fond of music and songs. At school were having music lesson. She had her music notebook in her hand memorizing the first song their teacher wrote for them on the blackboard, called ‘The Anthem.’
After she memorized the anthem with her heart, she put her notebook aside to water her flower. She gasped from surprise as she was watering the flower. Because instead of water, a liquid as red as mommy’s lipstick was coming out of the watering pot. She looked inside the watering pot, not being able to understand how the fresh, colorless, tasteless water, as her biology teacher has taught her, turn into a red liquid the moment it got out of the watering pot. She tried again. But it was like some magical power was controlling whatever it was happening to the water. She poured a bit of the red thing on her tiny finger and tasted it. The metallic taste of the blood was so strong she dropped the watering pot from fear. She was unable to sleep that night. The metallic taste so strong in her mouth she had to pour all the water, letting the blood fall over the rocks. Just to make sure she was not in some kind of horrible nightmare. But no matter how many times she rubbed her eyes or tasted the liquid getting out of the watering pot, the little girl knew too well, that she was not dreaming.
Next day, instead of their old music teacher, a fat woman got in the classroom, “I am your new teacher.” She announced,” Before I start teaching you about music and songs, I want you to rip the page which you have written ‘The Anthem’ in it. From now on… I will teach you interesting songs about butterflies, birds and flowers. Not guns, wars, and bombs! You are children, you need to be taught about peace and the beautiful things in life.”
Back at home, her hands were shaking as she was holding the small yellow watering pot, remembering the previous time she was watering her flower. She swallowed the lump in her throat and watered the flower hesitantly. She smiled and kissed the watering pot with her small pink lips. She was watering her flower with water today and not blood.
One day when she got back home from school, she found that her flower bud had dried without blossoming. She cried and cried, staring at her flower sadly.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” Mommy asked. When the little girl explained the situation of her flower to her mom, mommy smiled, “Don’t worry I will water it and it will blossom into a beautiful thick rose with a nice scent.”
Mommy was watering her flower with blood, when they called Daddy to water it, blood was coming out of his watering pot as well. The moment the blood hit the wet ground, the leaves also dried, as if the blood was sucking life out of the poor plant. The little girl cried and said: “Your poisonous thoughts killed my flower!”
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