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
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