Trap in the cycle of poverty. Not by choice but by force. Forced upon them by their parents.
Trapped in a cycle of poverty and helplessness without a soul. Is a child born into a destiny of bitterness and poverty?
A child born with freedom, only to have it ripped out of his heart the minute he takes his first breath of the poisonous air he will be living in.
A child is not a property to be owned. A child is a treasure to cherish, to protect, to love, and to provide for with basic needs and security.
Children are born free but become slaves to their parents and society’s expectations. Not for their own sake, not for their well-being, and not for a brighter future.
But to serve society. To conceal their vulnerabilities and reveal only what society deems beautiful.
Parents impose cultural norms and customs on their children.
The relentless pressure of tradition weighs heavily on parents, stifling their wisdom and preventing them from escaping the cycle of autopilot living that has plagued generations.
The clock of childhood and growth ticks relentlessly, yet children’s lives are cut short prematurely.
Society’s cruelty erodes their dreams and aspirations. Parents’ pride and ego devour any hope of escaping poverty.
As societal pressure shifts toward the children, as parents strive to maintain appearances, constructing fragile fortresses to shield their shame from judgmental eyes.
Unable to meet society’s expectations. These children find themselves trapped in a cycle perpetuated by generations before them.
Parents compel their children to leave school and seek employment. An obligation too heavy on children.
Children who have not been given a chance to be children. Expected to work is not to provide for the family’s basic needs but to scrape together meager funds for church donations.
Cultural rituals created by generations who knew no other way of life. At their time, there was no education.
The potential architects of prosperity in their communities become ensnared in the same cycle. In this very cycle, their parents and ancestors knew no hope for a better life or a brighter future.
Isn’t it time to adjust and reconsider these cultures and customs?
Isn’t it time to include children’s well-being and brighter futures in culture and customs?
Where is the love and the care these communities often portray they have and uphold highly for their children?
When will this prison sentence end?
When will the sun rise, casting its liberating smile?
How much longer must these generations endure?”
It’s a bitter beverage to drink with their eyes shut, abandoning any hope of a better future.
A more palatable drink for a despondent generation, quenching the thirst of their parents and society for murky dignity and recognition.
“When will they escape the confinement of the poverty cycle? Their hopes and dreams are gradually consumed by the flames of barbarism.”
As they gaze upon the distant mirage of countless possibilities and beautiful opportunities lying before them.
Rivers of time are running faster than the eye could get a glimpse of freedom.
When will these children receive the salvation they deserve—to live a life of honor and freedom?
Free from the cruel customs and cultures that hinder their path to a bright future?
When will the churches open their eyes to see the curse of misery they have inflicted upon generations?
When will the church’s belly fill and stand up for what is right?
When will the ministers and the pastors feel some compassion?
When will they fear God for the treatment of the generations they have destroyed?
When will they stand up to say enough is enough for our children, their children, and the children of the future?
When will they start paving the way to a productive and joyful path for the children of the now and the future?
When will they apologize and acknowledge their failure as parents and guardians?
The rain of mercy and prosperity still hasn’t fallen upon a generation with lost hopes and lost dreams.
Their dignity and their right to live a fulfilling life, full of opportunities, to be happy and free have been stolen from them.
Neither parents nor society have a sense of compassion and understanding.
The cycle of poverty they have created for this sad generation, trapped in it without a choice and without a hole to escape.
Will there ever be a day of salvation for these children?
Their innocent compliance with the pressure that has been laid upon their shoulders.
Their silence in the midst of it all was audible only to the invisible force they battled within their helpless gentle being.
They are stuck in a cycle of poverty.
They live below the level of poverty, as the leaders of communities and churches thrive at the expense of the dignity and pride of these children.
They thrive on the expense of vulnerable, innocent children.
Washing away their right to a dignified life.
Neither the elderly nor the parents who brought them to this life dare to end the misery of their children.
The children they vowed to love and cherish.
I hope and pray one day all children imprisoned by culture and custom will be free and thrive with success and joy
