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Food Banks

by Jan Oscar Hansen
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There is a cloister up north where you can knock on its oak door
and get food parcels. The abbot, a stern man, will give you food if
you are nicely dressed, have a house, and are briefly out of pocket.

If you are really destitute and dressed in rags - often of Roma
origin - he will say No because your need is self-inflicted, but you
can, if not too lazy, go to the winter field and dig up roots; he will
bless you and say you are god's child, will go to heaven without a trial
and sit by the lord's side.
  
If you are old, he will also say No, because you have money
under the mattress and only pretend to be poor so you don't have
to spend your own money, but he will bless you before kicking
you downhill with gentle smile. Once there were food banks in every
town, but now they are hard to find and are far away, this is because
the rich will no longer pay for your extravagance.

20-Nov-2013

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