One teardrop roles down my face when I see your smile.
I don’t know why because I have never met you.
Yet I feel a profound sadness to know that this smile will never be seen again.
One tear roles down my face when I read you were murdered aged 4 or 5.
Then I realize yo were not the only one. 1.5 million children were murdered by the same ideology or rather idiocracy..
1.5 million tears roll down my face. One tear for each of the innocent lives destroyed by a regime that saw people like me-tall,blonde and blue eyed- as the perfect human being, and that makes me feel sick sometimes.
There are no perfect human beings, we all have our imperfections and that is what makes us unique individuals because none of the imperfections are he same. That uniqueness is our wealth and makes us all equal.
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