The world laughs, people cry,
But only those touched by evil’s hand.
The rest think it’s all a lie,
Close their eyes, turn their heads away.
Childhood rapes still spread wide,
They say, “It’s not mine, I’m fine.”
Minds locked in smartphone screens,
Watching silly clips instead of guarding dreams.
Once a father was a father—
Stern face, hand strong and sure,
Stood for his children, ready for war.
Now tight jeans, prison ink they bear,
But cowardly hearts forget what’s fair.
Tears stream down tiny cheeks:
“Mom, Dad, I’m right here!”
Alone, crying out, unheard,
Not trapped in your phone’s fleeting blur.
Drop the media, start to think,
Or euthanasia’s all you’ll find in the end.
https://timeofapostasy.blog/2025/08/30/the-scream-of-forgotten-children/
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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