In my anger, I am not blind and, in my fear, I am not afraid of telling the world how I feel. In my country we make so much waste, we buy and throw away, buy and throw away, buy and throw away, and yet Northern countries will not share with the needy. Even when we have more than enough, we are afraid to share, we are afraid to let go of some of our wealth. In Canada, we live the privileged life. We've plenty of food, water and shelter. We have watches, bicycles, computers and television sets. The list could go on for 2 days.
Two days ago, here in Brazil, we were shocked when we spent time with some children living on the streets. This is what one child told us, 'I wish I was rich and, if I were, I would give all the street children food, clothes, medicines, shelter and love and affection'. If a child on the street who has nothing is willing to share, why are we who have everything still so greedy? I can't stop thinking that these are children my own age, that it makes a tremendous difference where you are born. And that I could be one of those children living in the favelas of Rio. I could be a child starving in Somalia, or a victim of war in the Middle East or a beggar in India. I am only a child, yet I know if all the money spent on war was spent on finding environmental answers ending poverty and in finding treaties, what a wonderful place this earth would be.
At school, even in kindergarten, you teach us how to behave in the world. You teach us to not to fight with others, to work things out, to respect others and to clean up our mess, not to hurt other creatures, to share, not be greedy. Then, why do you go out and do the things you tell us not to do? Do not forget why you are attending these conferences, who you are doing this for. We are your own children. You are deciding what kind of a world we are growing up in. Parents should be able to comfort their children by saying “Everything is going to be all right, it's not the end of the world and we are doing the best we can”. But I don't think you can say that to us anymore. Are we even on your list of priorities? My dad always says, “You are what you do, not what you say”. Well, what you do makes me cry at night. You grown-ups say you love us. But I challenge you, please make your actions reflect your words. Thank you."