by Martin Anton Smith

In small towns you are not allowed to have brains.

If you have them you must hide them.

And if you hide them you are rewarded with social praises.

If you show some IQ you will be shunned & be smirked at.

The females won’t dare talk to you for fear of being embarrassed.

The norm is to be aloof & high-school like.

This acts as a cloaking device,

So no one can find out anything about anyone at all.

That way no one’s ego will ever be hurt,

No vulnerability needs to be shown,

& no personal or spiritual growth needs to occur.

Yes – those with brains must suffocate in these cultural swamps & desert-lands.

This is our punishment for our recent ancestors’ evil deeds.

For do not the ancients say that the curses & punishments –

Fall on seven generations forth-wards from the original evil-doer?

This – as silly as it seems – must be the reason for all this ubiuitous pain.

And scarily this generational curse can afflict whole nations.

The new Nations like NZ USA Australia have all been peopled –

Many promised riches but then tricked into bonded servitude.

Some sent away from the UK as prisoners to populate a far-flung penal colony.

Others simply fled unwanted impoverished, or sometimes even rich families.

Those that fled or were pushed never knew they were stuck in a curse.

& they never knew their melancholia & misfortune stemmed from this.

Imagine that – whole countries inhabited by people striken by generational curses.

Millions upon Millions of new world cursed citizens all of which don’t know it.

This is the root reason why you’re not allowed to be smart or show wisdom in these lands.

Evil hates the truth & you can blame your ancestors –

Those who foolishly tried to outrun their rightful curses.

I guess in teory we should wait it out & just be ‘good’,

For 7 generations can surely very easily become 49 then 343

& this probably has already happened –

Perhaps this is simply what we call “The History of Man”.

We the fallen plying our trades on a flying sphere,

Hurtling through intergalactic space –

On a forced ride –

& never feeling like we are living at home.

I mentioned this idea to a wag with a beer & they said:

“Then Is ‘Life On Earth’ the most elaborate hoax ever?”

I replied

“It’d be hard to find a bigger one”.

We became silent & sipped our beers.

Then suddenly we had the exact same thought & said to each other in unison..

“This is our punishment for thinking too much”.

How true our words were.