This Is For The Children

Those who know me well know how much children mean to me. When i am around them, my third invisible eye is keeping a watch on them. Just to make sure they are safe.

I wish this invisible eye was big enough to keep a watch on all the children of the world. You know, i wouldn't need this kind of "super power" if this was a secure and safe world...dreaming of something even close to it, is an Utopian thought.

I have been fortunate to have interacted with a large number of children. Those with 200 watt smiles shining through dark gaps (from missing milk teeth) to those with excitement glistening in their eyes having written a six lined poem with an A A B B rhyme scheme.

So the "ideal child" has a happy childhood filled with birthday parties and strawberry icing on chocolate cake.Filled with visits to the zoo and merry -go-round rides, filled with tall sand castles on the beach and games of "house-house" on rainy days. The ideal child has 20 albums full of photographs, neatly pasted with captions in a neat cursive handwriting. This is probably how a childhood should be.

Now the camera slowly zooms out of this happy scene...out of focus...and shift focus to sad eyes of a child. Have you seen a sad child? Notice how they won't make eye contact with you, their eye lashes is all you will see. Some even have dark circles from sleepless nights, nightmares, torture...

I left that last sentence unfinished, because if i was talking to you (in person)...that is probably where i would have a lump in my throat. A lump of pure guilt. Guilt and shame for silently watching and not doing anything to safeguard the lives of our children.

I was watching this documentary 'Child Of Rage' - A Story Of Abuse
http://pinterest.com/pin/237001999110659687/

It is about a little girl who has suffered assault and abuse at the age of one...ONE! Say that in your head, three times over... did you feel a chill down your spine? Isn't it hard to fathom? What kind of beast would sexually abuse his own daughter? He must have been really twisted. And stories of a similar strain are thousands in number. Fathers, uncles, aunts, grandparents, tuition teachers, nannies...the list is endless. You feel most betrayed when it is your own family member who torments you.

This documentary shows us the dark repercussions that such an episode can have on a child....even when they are a baby. As they grow older, they have no sense of right or wrong, no conscience, they're so full of pain that now they don't feel anything. They are absent of all emotions. This little girl of 6 tried to kill her brother, many times, but in vain.With piercing eyes and a matter of fact voice she tells her therapist she wants to kill her brother, and her parents. She pierced her pets at home with pencils and killed little birds by breaking their necks.

This is how dangerous it gets.

There are plenty children being abused every day, right now, as i type this and as you read this...

Around us are child abusers. All those who have little children working in their homes. Instead of going to school and playing on open fields, they are folding your clothes, making your beds and cleaning your toilets because you are too busy slashing fruits on your ipad to even give a flying rats ass.

I could go on talking about child abuse because as horrifying as it may sound, there is so much to say!

Though i don't see the point of doing that. I have been compiling a bucket list, and one of the points on that, is to "really get down to doing something for children"... because they're too young to help themselves.

I still don't know what i will do, and how i will even begin...but it's time will definitely come.
And until then, i will make sure i raise my voice against child abuse. Of any kind.

Today i raised my voice, and that seems like an okay place to begin with. I hope that you will too.