Another crop of babies

This is the season when our TV screens are flooded with tragic scenes of emaciated children dying of malnutrition. Horrible pictures of not much more than baby's staring with huge eyes lost in their own misery of hunger and pain. 

It seems as if the "Maker" an old fashioned term, had felt the need to throw the whole panoply of unmitigated trauma onto a section of the human race for some unknown reason. These little mites were paying the price of man's unfaithfulness. his unwillingness to follow, to the letter, the tenets of the "Maker".   The God of love and forgiveness has another side to him it seems. 

Of course mankind is at the root of all this. His insatiable need to have sex irrespective of whether a pregnancy occurs and a child is born, irrespective of whether there is the food and shelter to support the child irrespective of anything other than a moment of lust. There is no way to stop this sexual explosion other than contraception but when the tribal custom looks on babies as a crop to grow for the future economic sustainability of the tribe then the suggestion that you limit the number of babies falls on deaf ears. And so we will continue to fill our screens with man's in-humanity to man and hope for change.