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Date Added: July 22, 2010 11:07:58 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Cost

~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~Febuary 1, 2004

Author's Notes:

~The Cost~ (page 12)

This poem was written on Feb 6, 2004.
It was my birthday and after waking up, it was strange to me that I was in a great mood.

You see, for whatever reason I’m normally moody on that day.

After a few hours, I decided to get on my computer and the first thing I see is headlines reading of how authorities found the body of a young girl that morning. Carlie Brucia had been abducted from a car wash

 a few days before. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed with sorrow and cried uncontrollably.
Then I became angry and wrote this poem.
I was appalled by how although the names change in stories like Carlie’s, there are new ones everyday.
So this poem is a reflection from The Journey of my connection to a young girl whose life was stolen.
I refuse to let Carlie become another forgotten statistic on a list of many children who since
her death have also became part of The Cost.
________________________________________________________________
The above comment was included as a comentary for this poem in my 10th book which is
a best of my poetry I released earlier this year. Just reading through these words to post
it today hit me with a lot of emotion. Carlie, I WILL NOT LET THEM FORGET YOU!
This is something YOU have my word on.
Peace~
James
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Comment By: Freenoah count on July 25, 2010 10:24:19 AM Report
Jimmy,  I find it ironic that you refer to yourself as "not a people person", when all I hear you do is help people by clueing them up, and carrying the torch for righteous causes.  You may not consider yourself the touchy/feely sort, but from my experience that's probably a good thing.

Rock On, Right On    noah

Comment By: FreeMoonStar on July 23, 2010 03:50:41 AM Report
James this was a write many will always remember. Our children of today and past have only us to protect them, and when we see one turn on them and destroy their precious lives, well I see red and become so angry I could scream. This was a a wonderful tribute to Carlie and all those who lost their lives in vain. They WILL never be forgotten.

 

Moonie xx  

Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on July 22, 2010 02:49:15 PM Report
I remember the case, James....And, the many, many others....I am sick of it!  These letcherous fools should be put on a deserted island and fed once a week~!....Here is Portland is the Kyron Hormon cast...7yr old,...disappeared, StepMom the last to see him ---or so they say.....She had a "hit' out on her hubby, Kyron's father....It is a mess....This country has TOO, too many of these horrid abductions...Poor kids don't even have a chance at life...I shall remember Carlie...., and Kaylee Anthony, and Haliegh Cummings...and on and on...

A gentle write James...thank you for sharing...

Margaret...the Baglady

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on July 22, 2010 12:18:48 PM Report

Carlie will never be forgotten with this reader.  It's sad how the young in society are harmed the most by the dark forces among us. 






 


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