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Life Cut Short


"Casey Anthony decided on June 16th that something had to be sacrificed ... . She took (Caylee's) life and put her in the trunk (of her car) and forgot about her," Prosecutor Jeff Ashton told jurors in the seven-week murder trial.

Closing arguments in the case opened on Sunday morning. If convicted of first-degree murder, Casey Anthony could face the death penalty.
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“Monster!” “Awful!” “Terrible!” “Horrible!” “Murderer!”

A little girl's life cut short reduced to a memory; her innocent smile, her laughter and budding love.

O! What immense bravery to snuff out an infant, the flesh and blood of the breathing creation!

War is not like that. There is no sentence, save for the one conjured in foul wretchedness. Children are murdered without so much as a trace, tossed to the desert garden beneath the Nakhla. Foul animals can scream, blubber about one child for years. Why remain silent of one hundred and one? Why are they not shaken, distraught by the cries of the howling thousands stuffed under the sand? Why are they not screaming for the murder to end, are they not ashamed of their urge to grieve selectively? They should be mindful of Love, ready to live completely, not sacrifice children for the world’s oil-flooded fun? Their arms should wave of hope, be most ready to embrace them, each and every living thing under the sun.

O! What immense bravery to snuff out children, the flesh and blood of the breathing creation!

© 2011 by mark prime

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