Chapter: Sad, but also the bitter truth

Children are so small and fragile ...

You are the weakest link in this cold world!

The little girl who wraps her arms around her body to protect herself.

How sad do these eyes look?

Mute tears roll down her cheek.

What may have happened to her?

What did you do to her?

What agony has she been through?

I would love to take her in my arms, but she's so frozen!

The little boy who lost his laugh ...

What happened to him?

He looks far too seriously into this world ...

What can he think, what can he feel?

They emit silent screams.

Broken children's souls, battered bodies.

Darkness envelops them, the sun has set and there is no longer a ray of light that surrounds them.

Their childhood has been stolen from them, their laughter and trust have been stolen from them.

From a thief who came in the night!

When does it end, when is there an end that children become victims?