Child
Abuse
Child abuse is being
reported every 10 seconds.
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10.
Another child has just been reported for being abused.
I bet you didn’t know about 5 to 6 children die each day as
a result of child abuse or being neglected. About 3 million child
abuse reports are made each year. I can imagine you are all in
shock to hear these crazy statistics. However, I bet none of you
are taking any action to stop it. We hear people talk about how
important it is to stop child abuse, but in reality, do they
really mean it? This society has been brought up as people who
claim they “care” but really could care
less. Imagine yourself grown up with a child of your
own. Your one-year-old baby girl in your arms all cozied up in
her blanket. Now imagine her six years old. All cozied up in a
hospital bed because one of your smacks was a little too hard.
Now imagine her seven years old in her grave because the doctors
couldn’t cure her wound. An abused child has more wounds on
their body then there are stars in the sky.
The children of our society are they next generation of adults.
We need to put an end to this or we will not have a “next
generation!” Once the population of children gradually
decreases, society may just be adults. We need to put an end to
this, or predators will target each other! Now is the time
to take action to defend all the defenseless. Now is the time to
take action to help all the helpless. Now is the time to take
action to protect the unprotected. Now is the time to take action
to heal the wounded. Now is the time!
This is no subject to joke about. This subject should not be
neglected like the abused children themselves. There is no need
for this type of maltreatment in the world. Big deal if a child
forgets to clean their room. Big deal if a child doesn’t
like to eat their vegetables. No one should endure such violence
for such small problems. Did you forget to that you’re not
allowed to eat cookies after five? Smack! Did you come home five
minutes later than you should have? Smack! Did you ask your
mother a question that she considers “stupid?” Smack!
Or how about your father came home drunk and he didn’t want
to deal with you, his child? Smack! Year after year, month after
month, week after week, day after day, hour after hour, minute
after minute, second after second, millisecond after millisecond,
a child is being smacked, punched, kicked, pinched, pushed, or
anything! You name it, and it’s happening. And you’re
sitting here doing nothing to help the matter. Just remember:
“Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes
an impression.”[1]
format by julietechoecho
Yeah, it's really bad, but this is good.
I just felt like sometimes it droned on a bit.