The Cost-Book 4

~The Cost~ I wrote this poem to represent the sons and daughters All the relatives, the Mothers and all of the Fathers For a girl named Carlie who was found yesterday I wrote this story so her memory never fades away In this existence where the animal's a common man The way we hurt each other is so hard to understand I'm not a people person but I felt my heart break And I’ll shed an endless tear for this child’s sake By watching all these stories play their daily renditions My sorrow turns to anger for our children’s conditions Across our TV’s and newspapers is a constant reminder How do we not see that we’re slowly growing blinder We’ve placed far too many children in a wooden box For every second that is turning upon the clock Can I ever say for sure if we’ll ever find the cure That will make all of our morals once again pure Who knows why our civilization is so destructive Among compassionate times we’ve been constructive But we must conquer this war for those already lost For these children like Carlie who become the cost ~In Memory of Carlie Brucia~ March 16, 1992~February 1, 2004 (Book 4 ©1999 "The Journey Reviewing the Lessons") God Please Save Us From Ourselves...Peace