I am soulful at the moment of writing. It's a vulnerable place to be.
Adults can be so cruel at times.
Parents of children sometimes lose sight of the impressionability of their offspring.
They fail to recognize their children as creatures of promise, treasures to be protected.
Some adult parents have never themselves matured.
The innocence of children is compromised at so many levels within our culture,
What was unspoiled, pristine in a human person, small and endangered,
Observes, experiences, feels, learns attitudes and behaviours that issue in a child person either noble or unremarkable.
So much derives from parents patient, tender, informative, embracing.
Hearts ache as children suffer from neglect, from torment, from physical maltreatment.
Good people are still in the majority.
They recognize the cultural need to preserve the small ones.
They invent the instruments that quell the dangers and protect the treasures.
Yet legislation cannot change human hearts.
So small lives spoiled and marked by anguish proliferate in an educated world and one wonders why.
And good people commissioned, check wrongdoing, punish bad people and modify destinies.
And sometimes their zeal errs and punishment is misdirected,
Good people with innocent children are caught in a vortex of accusation.
Casualties multiply. All lose. Everyone is wounded.
The circuitous stream of incrimination and disgrace and legal actions soil a society.
Antagonists and protagonists all.
All the someones are opponents and adversaries now.
Everyone looking for victory.
Urbanity is sour.
Humanity is imperiled.