Trust

A child believes in his parents. He trusts them to feed him. To protect him. To care for him. Thats innate. Thats basic...and thats human. Every one of us came through that door.
The masks we wear, the games we play, the greed we show..oh yes, we all learnt them, as we grow, slowly, hour by hour, day by day, as we learn to learn, as we learn to observe, as we learn to understand. Parents, with whatever pressing responsibilities and little time they might have try to teach us what they believe makes our/their life easier, not necessarily right.
The same child, who cries to see a worm get hurt in a birds mouth grows callous to see a fellow human being, just like you and me, starve to death, slowly, hour by hour, day by day.
The same child, who smiles at every face, grows  a cold heart to a fellow human being, just like you and me, shiver in cold, faint in the sun, die on the streets, slowly, hour by hour, day by day.
The same child, who cried when his milk was late by a second, lacks an ounce of mercy, as he walks by a fellow human being, sick with disease, withering the pain with every contraction of a hunger pang,slowly, hour by hour, day by day.

Would the child do the same to his kin? Are they not the silent partners who taught him to ignore, oversee, skip, turnover this ghastly inhumaneness thats spread across in his land, from his street, from his house, right in front of his own eyes?
How can the child be so hardened, without an iota of compassion, any sort of emotion or just plain pity at the suffering of a fellow human being, much worse than an animal?

Wonder who that child is?