I am not a parent.
But, if you are, how can you claim to love your child?
When you actively leave behind this world defiled?
Do you have a conscience?
Do you have love in your heart?
How real is it?
Or was it self satisfying desires that led you to birth another?
How many women are guilty of wanting a baby so they forever have someone who needs them?
I’ve seen it everywhere and the idea has very much appealed to me myself.
We claim we love our children.
I do not see it.
I see empty proclamations.
The passivity could not endure if it was so.
People would rise up.
They would shout and scream and make noise.
They would demand we protect our home, Planet Earth and our neighbours souls.
We leave behind a world of death.
And worse than death, because death brings respite.
I see horror films coming to life.
Ghosts, and flesh eating beggars, half corpse, half demon.
We leave our children a deepening, darkening enslavement.
A silent drowning, where murmured cries fall on deaf ears.
The only remaining escape will be an internal bleeding.