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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