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 The new regime

 
No religious rituals.
No religious symbols.
No fortune tellers.
No traditional healers.
No paying respect to elders.
No social status. No titles.
 
No education. No training.
No school. No learning.
No books. No library.
No science. No technology.
No pens. No paper.
 
No currency. No bartering.
No buying. No selling.
No begging. No giving.
No purses. No wallets.
 
No human rights. No liberty.
No courts. No judges.
No laws. No attorneys.
 
No communications.
No public transportation.
No private transportation.
No travelling. No mailing.
No inviting. No visiting.
No faxes. No telephones.
 
No social gatherings.
No chitchatting.
No jokes. No laughter.
No music. No dancing.
 
No romance. No flirting.
No fornication. No dating.
No wet dreaming.
No masturbating.
No naked sleepers.
No bathers.
No nakendness in shower.
No love songs. No love letters.
No affection.
 
No marrying. No divorcing.
No martial conflicts. No fighting.
No profanity. No cursing.
 
No shoes. No sandals.
No toothbrushes. No razors.
No combs. No mirrors.
No lotion. No make up.
No long hair. No braids.
No jewelry.
No soap. No detergent. No shampoo
No knitting. No embroidering.
No colored clothes, except black.
No styles, except pajamas.
No wine. No palm sap hooch.
No lighters. No cigarettes.
No morning coffee. No afternoon tea.
No snacks. No desserts.
No breakfast. (sometimes no dinner).
 
No mercy. No forgiveness.
No regret. No remorse.
No second chances. No excuses.
No complaints. No grievances.
No help. No favors.
No eyeglasses. No dental treatment.
No vaccines. No medicines.
No hospitals. No doctors.
No disabilities. No social diseases.
No tuberculosis. No leprosy.
 
No kites. No marbles. No rubber band.
No cookies. No popsicle. No candy.
No playing. No toys.
No lullabies.
No rest. No vacations.
No holidays. No weekend.
No games. No sports.
No staying up late.
No newspapers.
 
No radio. No TV.
No drawing. No painting.
No pets. No pictures.
No electricity. No lamp oil.
No clock. No watches.
 
No hope. No life.
A third of the people didn’t survive.
The regime died.


Sarith Pou dans le recueil de poèmes “Corpse Watching” (USA)
 

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