What a subject to approch...
My blood fumes when children
suffer, I don't care if they are
poor, rich, white, black, different
backgrounds, different language,
different beliefs, spoiled, shy, if they
put a tantrum once in a while,
put a tantrum once in a while,
THEY ARE CHILDREN
They are respected as children
and don't subject them to hunger,
atrocities,mutilations, or even
premature death.
They are the blood of our blood,
the flesh of our flesh, our present
and future.
I can't say that I went through a rough
time growing up, a life like all normal
children of parents who broke their
back to give a better life and future
then theirs.
Bad times always existed like
wars,flood,fires,earthquakes, but
also atrocious people who could
not stand other people especially
young children who had a real long
memory. So not to go through the
consequences would destroy these
poor angels WHO HAD NO FAULTS.
NB: this photo is an AI and not mine.
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