They found the cylinder and they took it home with care,
as a blessing. It was Easter, and the object his gift,
and the children were delighted with its appearance.
They opened the cylinder and they were amazed when they saw inside
a magical color, like a star, sky dust, that
he cheered his misery with his light. On their bodies they scrubbed it,
and they adored him as if he were Jesus. The neighbors found out
and curious people visited 'the house where the sun rises at night'.
The cylinder and the family were the best news of the Press, Radio
and Television: 'A miracle of God?'; 'Another Wizard of Oz';
'Gift of a Flying Saucer?' That cylinder, with the dust
of sky that cheered his misery with his light. On their bodies
they scrubbed him, and they worshiped him, as if he were Jesus.
The light of the cylinder was decreasing and as it left it went out
the love that celebrated him. One by one we paid the price
cruel of those who base their happiness on error.
The government explained through experts that, 'the dead were
victims of radioactivity. ' They gave a fine to a local hospital,
'for dumping toxic substances in a popular area'.
There was no miracle, nor was there justice, and that tragedy is not news anymore.
Not even that cylinder, with the dust of heaven, that cheered misery
with its light. It is no longer news, that tragedy of Christmas without the
Child Jesus. Nobody remembers the family that, shining, died
in the dark. The hospital paid his fine, cheap he got the blame,
because the life of a poor person is not worth na '.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)