A year ago I had painted Niks journey on my wall of how he completed his young childhood his success with all he has achieved he acolades his awards and proud courage with our family and all who have supported Nik .
Nicholas is the Princess Dianas legacy and we have the famous photo of Nik standing in between the Princes with his most prestigious award .
So I did the Princes and Nik with a Zorro typed theme as my son s birthmark he was born with was CMN Large Congenital Melanoma Nevus which covered his eyes 2 3rds of his face .We used to call him Zorro as he was our childhood hero of ours too and like Nik helped all the vunerable .
Well now I have found out that this very ranch where Zorro was filmed was used for child trafficking and all sorts of barbaric activities .I have now removed that from my wall .This is now horrifying to realise that what I now know which we love or know or celebrated we all have to be careful as to what actual link journey is with linked with the barbaric acts that have taken place witin our societies Uk and Worldwide.
My son is the Childrens Rights Defender we will never stop campaigning for the Rights of the Individual Child whereever you may be .
my poem to the world right now ! even usa politicians are liking it Today, something cracked. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just that quiet, sickening shift in your stomach when you realise the world might not be what it pretends to be. You grow up believing in leaders. Institutions. Awards. Crests pinned to chests like badges of honour. And then one day — you look closer. The smiles feel rehearsed. The applause sounds hollow. The headlines don’t quite line up. You notice how questions get mocked. How whistleblowers get erased. How those who speak too loudly seem to fall — by scandal, by “accident,” by their own hand. And you think… Surely not. Surely this can’t be real. But then the patterns repeat. Power protecting power. Resignations without consequences. Statements without arrests. “Investigations ongoing” that quietly fade. And the part that twists the knife deepest — is the children. The vulnerable. The unheard. The ones whose names never trend. Because whatever this is — corruption, rot, moral collapse — it spreads silently through systems that were meant to protect. It feels like watching a curtain lift only to reveal something darker behind it. And yet here I stand. Not broken. Not delusional. Not giving up. I am clear. I am watching. I am remembering. Because truth does not disappear. It waits. History remembers. Survivors remember. Time remembers. You can polish your titles. You can step down quietly. You can hide behind legal language. But consequence is patient. Whether by law, by exposure, by technology, by faith, or simply by the weight of what was done — Nothing buried stays buried forever. And when the reckoning comes, it won’t knock politely. Bro we were right !!
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