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A Small Tribute to the Victims of Child Abuse

February 15, 2016 | 2 Minute Read

Children begin by loving their parents; they begin by trusting them. Too kind a word is 'betrayal' to have the hand, created to bring you up, strike you down; the hand gone harsh: Hard and cold. To have your birthright of love, of care denied to you by the very quintessence of love : a mother. To have robbed you of the fleeting, gay childhood and to shove you into early adulthood. 'Betrayal' is too simple a word to describe the overwhelming pain, the overwhelming loneliness and isolation this child experiances.

The fact is – the oh, so ironical fact is – that the people who had begotten this child did not want her. In their eyes, she was the cause of all their miseries. In their eyes, it was all her fault. In their eyes, she should never have been born! When in fact, her only sin perhaps was that of being born. As it was, her existence had proved to be nothing more than a nuisance to everyone. She angered her father, brought strife upon her mother, irritated her teachers and annoyed the other children who were forced to interact with her in school. All by simply being.

I have a list of the most horrendous facts concerning child abuse. Some are as follows: ‘80% of the children that die from abuse are under the age of 4.’ They all died before they could really, truly live. ‘Within every 5.5 hours of a day, a child is killed because of abuse.’ This adds up to a total of 4 tiny coffins every day. ‘646, 000 neglected and abused children find themselves in foster care each year.’ All of them waiting for their Ma’s and Pa’s fruitlessly. Waiting until hope wastes away into bitterness.

I urge you-no, I plead you all to not feign ignorance if suspicion of child abuse tickles at your nose. Report, report, report! Report so our brothers and sisters do not fall victim to any ruthless hand, any blaming tongue or any soul less person. Let us be the ones to say that 15 hundred innocent little souls did not leave this world because the ones to bring them in had been corrupted. Let us be the ones to raise our voices in objection to the maltreatment of our little brothers and sisters. Let us, when have grown, be providing, careful parents so that the children of tomorrow know nothing but love. Let us be enraged. Let us be loud. Let us make noise. Let us be bold. And Let us be heard!