The Election
Mark
Every time I
look at the ugly mark for the election of a new governor, president, for days
on my finger, I can imagine the horror, distress, agony, disgrace of a lovely woman,
lady when she is forced, has to dip her lovely manicured finger in unwashable
ink as a mark of having elected.
“Where should
I hide this stain? My sole, armpit, ...?” She silently murmurs.
“I willingly endure
it for the sake of my country” says another woman.
And there’s no
one, no woman elector who questions, is against, object it. So comments Opa
Johan.
July 2012
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