Simulcast

The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own

territory. America's child has passed so close to

freedom. Now closest with her maker, the ten lifetimes

of terror were experienced by this frail body. Where

have our children gone? They are not to be found

amongst this tabloid filth over kill, an embarrassing

lack of responsibility, a vicious cycle of soap opera

drama pettiness. No known beginning and no end in

sight, this must be our darkest hour when gossip takes

priority over our young. Are we this shallow? Are we

this apathetic? Are we this bored? Prove me wrong. The

child is mine, now that she has been thrown away. The

interest is gone, so now the others suffer. They

suffer unto a grotesque attention span deficit

monster. They turned our play yards into graveyards.

So we cried every night for a week, squeezing as much

concern allowed between each sports update. You cried

every night for a week, yet I still mourn. Have you

forgotten their faces? Patience is a virtue I won't

instate. I must see the faces of every abductee. I

must taste the pain. Remind me of our system

atrocities. Don't let me forget. Don't let me forget.

Why haven't we drawn a line? Instead, we feed and

shelter them. We support the evil and pay their debts.

We've paid their debts. Why can't we win?