DEATH OF AN INNOCENT

This story that I send across to you friends reminds me of a quote by Augustine J. Duganne - "Pleasure which must be enjoyed at the expense of another's pain, can never be enjoyed by a worthy mind. Pleasure's couch is virtues grave."

Please read this story where an innocent child is brutally killed due to the fault of excessive drinking.

I went to a party, Mom,
 I remembered what you said.
 You told me not to drink, Mom,
 so I drank soda instead.
 I really felt proud inside, Mom,
 the way you said I would.
 I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
 even though the others said I should.
 I know I did the right thing, Mom,
 I know you are always right.
 Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
 as everyone is driving out of sight.
 As I got into my car, Mom,
 I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
 so responsible and sweet. I started to drive away, Mom, 
but as I pulled out into the road,
 the other car didn't see me, Mom, 
and hit me like a load.
 As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
 I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
 and now I'm the one who will pay.
 I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
 How could this happen to me, Mom?
 My life just burst like a balloon.
 There is blood all around me, Mom,
 and most of it is mine.
 I hear the medic say, Mom,
 I'll die in a short time.
 I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
 I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
 The others didn't think.
 He was probably at the same party as I.
 The only difference is, he drank
 and I will die. Why do people drink, Mom?
 It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
 Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
 and I don't think it's fair.
 I'm lying here dying
 and all he can do is stare.
 Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
 Tell Daddy to be brave.
 And when I go to heaven, Mom,
 put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
 Someone should have told him, Mom,
 "Not to drink and drive.
" If only they had told him, Mom,
 I would still be alive.
 My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
 I'm becoming very scared.
 Please don't cry for me, Mom.
 When I needed you,
 you were always there.
 I have one last question, Mom.
 Before I say good bye.
 I didn't drink and drive,
 so why am I the one to die?