> From: "David Riddell" <[log in to unmask]>
> > Thankyou for your replies to a most controversial subject.
> > and thankyou for expressing your thoughts in a most
> > diplomatic manner.However,your replies have inadvertently
> > shifted from my initial response. it was Mr Clark I recall,who
> > first made the comment[a quote]regarding 63% of
> > Americans believe that the Holy Bible can be interpreted
> > literally.
On 5 May 2005 at 16:11, Douglas Clark wrote:
> I hadnt realised that there were loonies in Australia as well.
> Somebody should do some research there.
Here's a little: read Mr Riddell's poem:
http://hem.passagen.se/greta/david_riddell.html
Death of an Innocent
( Why Mom?)
David Riddell
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?
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