through the eyes: the windows of the soul

looking through the eyes of a child as he looks across a barren land. a land that once had corn blowing softly in the fields and food aplenty to feed its people. that same field looks wasted, ugly and even can be called evil. he doesn´t know when he will eat next.

look through the eyes of a child as she stares at the same four walls all day long. she may be fed and sheltered but she is imprisoned. she may receive everything she wants but that can never replace the time that she is cooped up and is not outside enjoying the world.

look through the eyes of a child as she gazes across the animals she is herding. an adult should be doing this work yet those very adults are either dead or dying at home, and yet the child must work to support them.

look through the eyes of a child who glares up at the stranger his parents hire to watch and care for him. they may say they work hard to give him the best of everything out of love yet the child has never experienced that love.

look through the eyes of a child who scans the crowd looking for a sympathetic person who will give her some money to buy food, its not her fault she is on the streets begging for her very life.
look through the eyes of a child who frantically searches his mother´s face for signs of life as she slowly suffers a painful death. he shouldn´t be witnessing such on act of life at his young age just because there are no doctors.

look through the eyes of a child looking down at her own child as she realises the enormity of her life. she has had to find a way to sustain her family, she now ends up with one more mouth to feed; her daughter´s.

look through the eyes of a child as he guards his domain. he has received everything imaginable yet all those things will never make him a great man.

look through the eyes of a child as she watches her mother starve so that the children may have something to eat. she will probably end up with the same fate, as history will repeat its self in time.

look through the eyes of a child as he opens his eyes for the first time to see nobody waiting next to him with open arms and warm smiles to welcome him into this world. one can only imagine the pain he has yet to face.

look through the eyes of a child whilst she eyes the lonely path she will have to embark on as she has no friends to join her. picture the scene of her standing out in the crowd; feel her pain.

look through the eyes of a child criminal that has never known anything but the streets, it would never have been his nature to steal if he was born into something better. should he not have had a better chance at life?

look through the eyes that stare apon the morrow, he knows not what is yet to come or go. watch as he moves with uncertainty and care, trying to avoid being detected.

just take a moment and look through their eyes....