a baby's cries moulds the world

I heard a baby cry a few days ago.

And now I can immediately visualised the sharp, shrieking sound.

And what comes to mind is that all babies cry alike, no matter black, white, yellow or brown.

Babies come into the world innocent.

Yet they grow amidst all sorts of messages pounded into their being, their conscience.

• The fairer skin is better than the darker
• The thinner child is better acknowledged than the plump one
• The prettier, better looking one is given more attention to than the plain looking

And soon they learn that

• The rich is better favoured to than the middle class income
• The one who drives a car is better than the one who takes public transportation

And soon they lose all sense

• Saving the environment by cycling a bicycle to short distances is a stupid
• Mingling among the poor (and darker skinned) reduces one's status
• Even one's faith in the Divine is questioned by external forces as one should have some faith but not too much as it can restrict one's growth in the material world
• In that sense, profound religious beliefs also halters one's growth towards riches because 'How can you accept MODERATION and not work for more money?' and 'How can you friend all kin and kind and not care about yours and your parents' 'face'?'

Sigh.... and the baby's crying goes on.

And the baby's crying lingers on in my head, a long prolonging cry, pleading to the world to listen

Are you innocent of discrimination? Of chasing the materials in this world?

Or are you guilty of corrupting babies?