Back Handed by New Nursing Board

On Population Growth - or Over Population as many see it I present a little allegory ... Unrecognisable, I am strewn with the dead leaves Of your debris So that it is no longer Me who you see... I linger – as vestiges of your repast – and observe you; your every discomfort and pain. Yes I revel, quietly feasting on the hors d’oeuvres which you unwittingly scatter my way. Every indignity and humiliation you experience, I savour as a piquant, complex dish. I enjoy every morsel. ***************** Once, I was new, shiny with all my parts intact. My soul was generous and ready to love. I remember... Long ago, one Easter I remember receiving a huge basket of eggs. The basket itself was memorable; an old-style picnic basket lined with red checked cloth. I was ecstatic! So many pretty eggs, covered in spotted or striped paper on backgrounds of bright, primary colours. The hunt was held in a park somewhere, possibly in Australia before we migrated to New Zealand. I wanted to share my bounty with the other children and to make friends. I was probably only about three or four years old at the time and could be excused for my assumption that bartering of goods buys a piece of someone’s heart or soul. It does not. They took the eggs which I gave them – I can still see the look on one boy’s face; a careless contempt for my offerings, which did not prevent him from helping himself. Later, when it was discovered by my parents that I had given most of my eggs away, my father went around to salvage as many as he could back for me. Unfortunately - this World War 11 Veteran is no longer around to save the day... The Moral? No one will value something given too easily - Australia has prostrated itself at its own front door - in a vain attempt to appear generous, democratic and ... politically correct.