“I was born equal—not divided by borders or wealth.
My life cannot be measured by politics or greed!
The care I need belongs to all, not just the privileged.
Ask yourselves: Why choose death over life for children?
Hear my voice… before my silence becomes your shame.”
I Am a Child of the World, Not a Number on Your Balance Sheet
I opened my eyes to a world that promised life, yet handed me a lottery ticket stamped by borders, greed, and indifference. Why must my first breath be a fight for my last? Why is my survival weighed against the weight of coins in your pockets or the ink on your policies?
I did not choose to be born into dust instead of dignity, into neglect instead of nurture. My tiny hands cannot grasp why your maps decide my fate—why some of us are swaddled in care while others are buried in silence. You call it “resource allocation”; I call it robbery. Robbery of my right to breathe, to thrive, to live.
Your boardrooms debate budgets while my heartbeat fades. Your wars hoard wealth while my mother’s tears water barren soil. How dare you call yourselves leaders when you lead us only to graves?
I am not asking for miracles. I am screaming for justice.
Give us vaccines, not vanity. Fund incubators, not invasions. Prioritize stethoscopes over statues.
My voice is soft, but it echoes millions lost. If you will not heal us, then at least stop killing us with your silence. The world is not yours to divide—it is ours to share.
Listen. Before my cry becomes another statistic you erase.
#BornEqual
#NoChildLeftToDie