The Revelation

Death and killings, gore and blood spill. The representation of humanity nobody can accept. Humanity is brought into the world as a white sheet of paper, innocent and naive. As years go by, this not-so Conquering paper gets itself stained by temptations. Temptations that will lead to greed, jealousy, and so on. Parents hope that all their children turn out no worse-off than themselves, if not better. Education is the way to keep children railed in the right direction. Or is it?

Do you have children now studying in kindergartens? If you do, listen carefully. If you don't, listen carefully as well, because you might have children in the future and you'd need to know this.

You took the day off, and spent the morning cleaning the house. You got everything done, and still have time to take a nice shower before your children come home. You decided that you'd want to go get them from school instead, and take them out for ice-cream on the way home. You head out to the kindergarten. Thought of them screaming at the sight of their mother excites you. You could her their voices echo in your head now. You've reached. You parked that silver A4 Station Wagon outside and walked into the school. Teachers all around recognized you instantly. They invited you in, and told you that your kids are very good at singing songs now. They also told you that you were lucky to have come in time to see your kids sing. You happily clamber up the little stairs to the top floor. You could already hear the kids singing, as if shouting at the top of their lungs. Keys were off, tunes were sung wrong in so many parts of the songs. They were kids, so its okay.

You could see at least 20 kids filling one half of the classroom, while the teacher standing in front of a white board in the other end. They were happy, the kids. Working so hard to memorize the lines to that few songs, and finally being able to sing the whole thing out. You smiled. But your smile quickly faded. On the whiteboard were words to the songs they were singing to. You caught a few lines.

" All the King's Horses, and all the king's men.

Couldn't put Humpty back together again."

"Along came a blackbird and peck off her nose"...?

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down"

"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.

And down will come baby, cradle and all."

"There was an old lady who swallowed a fly...... Perhaps she'll die."

You were dumbfounded by this discovery. You turned to look at your kids, now calling you. They were happy, smiling from cheek to cheek.

Nursery rhymes that you were taught as kids are sick renditions of the world's horrors, put together in the form of sad over-sized eggs and a poor baby from the tree top. All these while you thought Hollywood made you a bad person? No, they didn't. They merely awaken the demon slumbering deep inside you, long ago instilled by your lovely neighborhood kindergarten your parents paid to have you go.