Can we be glad and satisfied knowing that some of our children are trained like soldiers, trained to kill, die fighting against adults, and do the dirty work of the countries that are willing to sacrifies their young ones for their power ambitions?
This little soldier with his ice cold smile and a look in his eyes that has lost the sparckle of childhood probably has killed some people, maybe he just walked past the corpes of one or his child friends on the battle site without even looking back.
Has he ever played hide and seek? Does he know how tender and warm is a mother's hug? Will he ever know which flavour of an ice cream he likes best?
So many years and so many children killed at war, dying of hunger, working like slaves, abused and tortured, so many years and so many photos, videos, documents, voices telling us it is happening once and again. Yet right at this very moment while you read this most people prefer to put it aside, to look the other way, to erase it from their minds. Some do not give it a second thought, others stop for a moment and ask themselves ¿What can I do about it? The answer is allways, this is too big for me.