Future mothers

This are the future mothers, the future nurses, the future wives.
They have not seen a doll, they do not have a glass of milk, they only live in pain, hunger, terribly sad, wounded in body and soul. They have never felt a grandmother tucking them to bed.
¿who sang a craddle song for them?
¿Who played hide and seek with them?
They will have children like them, hungry, dirty, the streets for home, abuse, drugs, and premature death.
¿Why? because that is the world they know, the life they live, the love they recieve.

Here we are, at the entrance of a century full of inventions, walks around space ships, fabulous cars that almost tell you where to go, how to do it, and get there practically without you moving a finger, a century where you can talk, and see your friend on the little screen on your computer and your cellphone and we organize parties that cost millions and millions, everything goes, carnivals, beauty pageants, sports, enormous sky crapers, and more, more and more.
And yet, millions are dying of hunger, children in hard labor, wounded babies, children killers at wars of adults, sex abuse on little ones that think they are the guilty ones. and more, and more, and more.