With Tender Loving Care
There are certain social truisms that are
quite simply infallible. We know them to be
true, merely reflecting an observed reality
that children are best tolerated when they are
mute and still, as in that old adage that children
should be see and not heard, and even seen
their presence is barely to be felt appropriate.
Unfortunately, nature did not design human
offspring to be obedient, biddable, silently
well behaved and therefore treasured as
the future that can be taken or left. All too
often they are left. And then the burden and
nuisance of their welfare becomes society's
and society has not garnered a rare reputation
for excellence in accepting these rejected wards.
Children with autism spectrum, fetal alcohol
syndrome, developmental delays of one kind
or another, oh it is all too tedious so shunting
them aside, developing a system of various
types of shelters and havens and the less heard
of them the better. Unwanted, unloved and
denied nurturance they observe their losses
in their own inimitable way awaiting the
opportunity to wreak the same kind of havoc
in maturity as they practise while in the kindly
care of institutions packaging them as
disposables leading them to adduce that they
too can dispense with empathy, compassion
and care entering the world independent of
any binding ties to exercise their freedom of
choice, unerringly canted to cold, stark vengeance.
Sunday, December 3, 2017
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Poetry
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