Scribe
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I see that popular depiction of the globe With a string of children of varied colors and ethnicities and styles of dress Encircling the globe
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Queen of Heaven
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And what do you interpret this to mean?
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Scribe
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You are praying for Earth’s children, Mother You are praying for humanity
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Queen of Heaven
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That is correct I am praying for humanity And you are correct I am specifically focused today on humanity’s children
Continue
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Scribe
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I see your heart weeping for the children For truly they are being born into a world darker Than the one their parents were born into
And you are praying, Mother You are praying for these children You are both praying that the darkness lightens And you are praying that the children receive the graces they will need to cope with the ever-growing darkness
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Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
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And I see children laughing, running, tumbling about in joy Children being children
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Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
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And now I see children with automatic rifles strapped across their front. Their faces somber
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Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
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And now I see children living without their parents Living as adults Trying to eke out a living for themselves in this world of adults Children burdened with the responsibility Of caring and providing for their younger brothers and sisters
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Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
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And now I see children running Trying to keep up with their parents As they run, run, run From their country of origin’s natural disaster and man-made war to a place of refuge I see the children’s fear; the child’s lack of comprehension As he runs, runs, runs
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Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
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I see children well dressed and prosperous Living behind iron gates They are guarded at all times Their chauffer drives them to each destination Each destination also bordered by iron gates I see that these children are supervised and guarded by adults By bodyguards, by chauffeurs, by their nannies At each second They are never left alone for a second There is always an official handoff of the child From one adult to the next adult responsible for the child’s care and security Always!
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Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
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I see children, both boys and girls, being sold by their parents Into sexual bondage
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Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
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And I see children working in the fields From sunup to sundown they work As though they were adults they work
And Mother, all these children I have been speaking about They are as young as six years old
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Queen of Heaven
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Yes dear one They are that young and younger still
And my darling, what do you make of all this
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Scribe
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Mother what can I say
Shame on us Shame on us Shame on us
Surely we as a people can do better for our children Surely we can
I am horrified and I am ashamed And I feel part of the collective guilt of humanity For how it treats its own children
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Queen of Heaven
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Yes darling, for it is humanity’s choice is it not Humanity is so choosing to treat its children
In full knowledge and in willfulness Humanity is so choosing to treat its own children
And yes humanity is in denial, in denial, in denial
It chooses, deliberately chooses denial Over recreating their reality anew
Creating a reality that properly cares for all of the world’s children
And this their sin toward their children Will be held against them
It will be held against them It will be held against them
That is all for now Adieu!
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