O wat sadness

Watched a video today in school about bullying. A group of girls beating another girl. Really punching, slapping, kicking, pulling and yanking of the hair. The extent of its seriousness and pain cannot be brought unto reality and given its due justice by the mere descriptions offered by these verbs. It's really very sad to see the potentiality of men to indulge in evil and wickedness. They tried to strip her bare; expose her breasts to the camera and the most horrendous part was that ENJOYED it. The girl behind the camera was laughing with glee and earnestly wanting to capture every beating, stripping scenes and expose'. She even suggested a few hurtful moves with absolutely no sense of compunction. O dear, why these girls, why these children.
The reason why i'm writing on this particular incident was because of the disturbing nature of its reality and not so much of the punching, kicking, yanking per se. It made me so sad.The teacher beside me cried when she saw the video and i felt this lump of sadness clogging up my throat. By the end of the video, I was impelled to say a little prayer for all those victims of bullies out there. Held my cross in my hands and prayed silently for them, especially the girl in the video.
It's so sad that there's so much potential in Man to love evilness and the fact that these girls bullied out of glee instead of frustation was sickening to the pit of stomachs.
Let's pray for them all, even the evil ones...

And I'm currently reading "The Child called It" (finally). The author's good in his own sense, but if it be that the language was meant to depict a children's mental and emotional state, then he was not very good at that. He had meant it to be that way so in that way/purpose, i guess he had sorta failed. But in any case, the potentiality of it being true, and i believe so it could certainly be, i feel so sad so sad at the cruelity of mankind.

God, the extent of your grief must be a million gazillion times worse.