Nothing changes your perspective on life more than that of a new born baby. Blank canvas’s pure and sweet but Graffitied on by contaminated society’s ills.
Little people with little feet, walking in begrugend shoes, marching in conforming lines drill after drill. If they could talk, they would speak nothing but Thomas Hardy’s nature poetry, sing with the voice of not one but two angels. But against them they are taught how to curse, to hate, to despise, victimise and demorolise humanity… I do feel, Life, would be better off if we were all labotomised… or we could make a change, I do not know you but I love you and respect you as a fellow human being… hello young sirs/miss’ lets make living… a pleasant experience =) x