It is but One Word

Today, anger was raining down on the streets. He who walks on its streets during the day knows what I mean. The children are, most of the times, in their homes. They only get out of them, occasionally. They are their school; their playground; their park... I have revealed before that the world is on the verge of a problem no less weighty than what the COVID-19 pandemic has done to us, the problem of life after the pandemic. Today, while I was walking, the voices of people screaming at their children reached me. Their words were coming down on the street as if they were fireballs. Insults; intimidations; and threats... Pardon me, please. Whatever were our children's wrongdoings, what they are experiencing nowadays in this long-term imprisonment, mountains would collapse under its weight! I will not allow myself to burden you further. It is but one word: like you, your children have grown weary of everything. Is it not our concern, the adults, to innovate what helps them do better?