My Mission: Eradicate. Totally! - These ills:
Child Soldiery. Child labor. Child Molestation.. etc.
This is the reason I live - My destiny.
TO HELP THEM. SAVE THEM. RESPECT THEM. ENCOURAGE THEM. LOVE THEM.
This Post is Dedicated to ALL N0T-sO-PRiViLeGED-CHiLDrEN.
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If I was an angel and I could make a wish -
Woe unto the earth Yes, But NOT to These kids.
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{Children who have been "saved" from societal ills are usually kept in a special place.
This place is popularly known as Children's Rehabilitation or Development Center..
After the rehab process, most of them are adopted by foster parents or persons that are legally-signed to take care of Children.
They begin to enjoy life, have fun.. and live like children should..
BUT
these children' victims of human rights violations are NOT oblivious nor did they suffer from amnesia..
Most of them were saved.. Sadly, some were not..For Some had died.. or are no more kids.. or were not just saved..
This post is for all.. with a highlight on those that were saved.}
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Well now that they are free...
- Free indeed. You see their mind do You? You see their tears?
Well now they have a sense of belonging..
- Till they see those gleeful, screaming, smiling kids.
Well they all gather. They have each other..
- Then they start talking.. till they remember..
All they can do is come together.. together - with their memories..
In their thoughts (somewhat the same).. They communicate.. they ponder..
Go! Children Go! That's all they know.
Warrior boy:
Who are these that call themselves kids? Swinging. Jumping. Screaming. Playing?
Who are these that call themselves kids?
Swinging. Jumping. Screaming. Playing?
Go! Soldier Go!
That's what I know.
Plotting. Shouting. Screaming. Fighting!
That's what I know.
Miss Vic Tim:
Who are these that call themselves girls? Playing. Dancing. Under no control?
Who are these that call themselves girls?
Playing. Dancing. Under No Control?
Go! Missy Go!
That’s what I know.
Crying. Begging. Screaming. Sighing.
That’s what I know.
Little Oliver:
Who are these that call themselves boys? Siting. Staring. Smiling. Buying?
Who are these that call themselves boys?
Siting. Staring. Smiling. Buying?
Come! Boy Come!
That’s what I know.
Begging. Screaming. Running. Selling.
That’s what I know.
Well now that they are free...
Free indeed. You see their mind do You? You see their tears?
Well now they have a sense of belonging..
Till they see those different, smiling, happy kids.
Then they all remember. Their old life they remember..
All they can do is come together..
Their thoughts (somewhat the same).. They talk.. they ponder.
Sad that they can ponder. Sad that they still remember.
If I were in their shoes.. I’ll ponder this way:
WHAT ON EARTH WOULD IT HAVE TAKEN YOU ADULTS TO MAKE THIS NOT HAPPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE?!!
You may also like:
http://itsrainingwords.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/wave-the-flag-and-die/
http://itsrainingwords.wordpress.com/2011/05/24/dancing-by-myself/
Related articles:
* "Centennial of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire Highlights" and related posts (children.foreignpolicyblogs.com)
* Children in War (childtroopers.wordpress.com)
* Rescuing children from a trash dump (cnn.com)
* Behind the global scourge of child labour (hindu.com)
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