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...