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Oh Child ~ Christina

Born on September 11, 2001, Christina Taylor Green died January 8, 2011, gunned down in a Tucson supermarket parking lot. Christina had just been elected to her school student council and was interested in politics, her family said. She wanted to meet her Congresswoman, Gabrielle Giffords, and learn more about politics.

But until then, whatever your party and whatever motives you assign to her killer, let her death remind us of the high price of our ideologies. Her life unbegun, let her death reveal the cost of our comic book politics and our bullying, overheated rhetoric.

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Remind us of the price of our beliefs. Expose the cost of incensed tongues. Bring us to kneel before truth. Honor man’s kinship before belief, above all else. We’re nearing your ill-timed fate.

Now we sing. Our mouths, creased upon misery, upon regret and loathing, weeping for you, mourning for ourselves. Let’s allow our sleep to restore decency, bring humankind to lower all weapons, come to an emerald joy dancing in our dreams. Enter the laughter that waits upon our smile. Draw nearer to peace that has legs of steel. Know, when fingers point to bereavement, we’ve you, dear child, to lead us.

© 2011 by mark prime







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