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Monday, January 21, 2008

Cyrus...





Little lonely Cyrus...

Almost made it to two. Almost...
Tossed over the bridge and onto the freeway
By an adult you trusted
Who held your hand
And calmly led you to your horrific death
Little lonely Cyrus
Just wanted to be loved
Wholly dependent upon adults
It is all of us adults who failed you
All of us...
Little lonely Cyrus
Just wanted to be loved
Now everyone loves you
When it is far too late...
Your mountain of toys
Useless to you now...
They are for us. The living
Sanctified by tears of strangers
To ease our daily indifference
And salve our guilt
Before we go back to life as usual
And wait for someone else to address poverty
And wait for someone else to address drug abuse
And wait for someone else to address domestic abuse
And wait for someone else to address incarceration
And wait for someone else to address mental illness
And wait for someone else to address the child welfare system
And wait for someone else to address childhood neglect...
Everyone is praying for you now, little Cyrus
But it is us who need the prayers...
You are safe with Ke Akua...
When He promises to keep you safe
He keeps His promises...
We should be praying for your mother
We should be praying for your incarcerated father
We should be praying for you grandfather
We should be praying for your murderer
We should be praying for your social workers
We should be praying for the drivers of the vehicles who had no choice but to hit you
We should be praying for the police, ambulance and emergency personnel who had to retrieve the broken little pieces of your body
We should be praying for the many more children facing your horrifying fate...
So many casualties little Cyrus. So many...
Yet you still pray for us precious little boy...
That the toys and gifts don't rot in the sun and rain
But instead go to the hundreds of little boys and little girls still alive
Who face neglect everyday
Who still desperately need love...
Who need their hugs, kisses, tears, stuffed animals, balloons and prayers while they are still alive
Not lying in a coffin...
That's why we love you little boy
Sweet precious little Cyrus...
Because after all you went through
You still trust us adults to do the right thing
You still trust us...
You still forgive us...
And you still love us...
Love you Cyrus. My little innocent sweetheart...

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