Life: A Painful Memory
I feel as if life is close to its end.
And that no one sees how I bend,
Too damn far, enough to break.
So much now is at stake.
My life could have been closer to joy,
The world has become my decoy.
I am now void of feelings,
Please recall my demons.
Life is such a painful memory.
It has become a treachery,
Of everyone who said they care.
But no one can ever dare.
To cherish a baby is something,
Not even you could think to sing,
A few words to let them sleep.
You’re their parent, so don’t weep.
Suffering could just be avoided,
If everyone loved, not pointed,
Fingers at all those who cry,
So, don’t say you did try,
For you’re just as guilty as the next.
It’s just plain written in the text,
Of that book some men call truth,
But what happened to youth?
“The Failed Experiment”
Today is Doomsday, and Hayden is on her 19th year. On every citizen’s 19th year, his or her fate is decided. Whether they were to live or to die.
Only 25 men and 25 women a year were kept alive. And 19 is the year—the last teenage year that each child's fate would be determined. There were 67 nineteen-year-olds this year. Some years only had 50 nineteen-year-olds, and those were the Fortunate years. Hayden is the 16th girl born 18 plus years ago, out of 31 girls.
Hayden knows of at least two girls who would surely be executed today, but she is unsure about the other 29 girls' fate. It is hard to tell when she is the Leaders' child. For the Leaders' child only has school with the other children and does no other activities with them—for she lives on the only hill in the city. This hill is kept for the Leaders' of Spertion. There has only ever been 9 eras of Leaders since World War Four.
Every time a child of the Leader is 19, a new leader is determined by the people and for the people. Every non-nineteen-year-old and non-nineteen-year-old's family member democratically votes for the leader based on who is not executed.