By: Andrej Sekulović
Dark crows fly across the sky above this land. Birth rates are falling, and the deficit is being balanced by importing other peoples. In kindergartens and schools, where once the heirs of this nation grew, foreign speech in incomprehensible languages is now increasingly heard.
Even notices for parents are in some places bilingual, though not in the languages of indigenous minorities. Locals adapt to newcomers. In the streets of larger cities, polluted air mixes with the smells of cheap dishes prepared from recipes written in words unknown to us. The waiting rooms of maternity wards are becoming ever more like the waiting rooms of foreigner departments at administrative units. At football matches, the harsh shrieking of foreign voices drowns out the Slovenian anthem. Wombs are becoming weapons in this war of biological and demographic survival. Instead of destructive explosions, foreign languages now resound ever more loudly in kindergartens, schools, shops, and streets. Importing cheap labour may raise GDP, but at the same time it undermines the ethno‑cultural foundations of the native soil. In cities that previous generations built and arranged for their descendants, dark men now stride, men who worship a god in whose name their ancestors plundered and conquered this land and continent. Their women, wrapped in darkness, serve only one purpose, new conquest. Forget fences and smugglers; the invasion is happening before everyone’s eyes. Once‑mighty rulers of the West now struggle against grasping black claws.
Will we follow their path? Where are the eagles that will descend from the heights and drive the brood of crows back into the grey clouds of distant lands? Yet it is not the crows who should be blamed for wanting to settle in empty nests. The responsibility lies with those who threw them crumbs, though by duty they should have driven them away.
