As our children drown in blood baths of murder,
witnesses keep silent.
Pride is found in not being a snitch
and criminals rely on it.
For every mother left without a son,
for every brother left standing alone,
for every child left without a father,
your voice could be their closure.
Copyright (c) 2008 Ms. A.T.L.S.
It disturbs me the way people are murdered everyday and we just accept it as a way of life. Kids killing kids, teenagers killing their friends and more often than not, no one ever pays for the crimes they commit. Another one bites the dust. Another news story, just like the one I saw last week, last night. Is there no remorse? No fear of consequence or retribution?
Where is the hope? Where is the direction and correction? What will you do to make a difference?
The Hopeful One