Conscience weighs heavy. Easier to look the other way but, if we all did that then nothing would change (I silently admonish.) If not now then, in the fullness of time, these crimes will not go unpunished by the ultimate one who judges. She is a child, your child, my child. A mother and father’s daughter. The doctor’s returned to the kitchen. No white hospital walls or wards to work in and coatless, he wears an old woolly sweater with rolled up sleeves to wash blood soaked hands, and prefers to remain anonymous. He wants to stay hidden in shadow for fear of being photographed and become yet another target of this brutal regime. He’s removed the metal from the child’s eyes and shrapnel from other wounds but she is as yet unaware, she may never see again.
I’m quite a news addict and like to try and keep up with news on several different channels of what’s happening around much of the world.
It doesn’t matter what religion you are to feel compassion, empathy, sadness for others suffering. How can any country think themselves just and civilised when they are so willing to torture and kill their own, including their children?
It isn’t up to us to jump in and rescue everyone and yet, seeing a video a few days ago of a young father, wounded, laying next to his 2 year old baby son who had just died from shrapnel wounds which had come through the walls of their home.
It’s all so heart-breaking and I just hope that all these deaths and maiming’s will bring about their freedom before too many more innocents have to die.
What message are these children and, children in all such conflicts, learning.
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