M~U~T~3 CITIZENS!

M~U~T~3 CITIZENS

Do you believe that we have two voices? I do, our inner voices and our outer voices. Have I ever lost my voice? I say yes one of my voices are buried; gone forever. 'Cause while I am consistently voices my opinions about other things when it comes to dicussing me and my inner feelings and emotions i'm mute! That's how it is sometimes especially when it comes to voicing our opinions on society.
Many people have strong opinions about things that go on in our world today. However everyone is scared to speak up about how they feel on the issues that really matter. If something really matters to you, how can you not voice your opinions, stand up for what you believe in. Governments are focusing on petty things not the things that really mean something. For instance making laws about how people should wear their clothes; we are at war here people.
Why are you worried about people, people are going to wear what they want to wear regardless.Worry about budgeting correctly;explain to us why we are at war. Why are schools closing? Why is there so much violence these days? Telling someone they have to wear their pants at a certain height is not going to put money in the budget, it's not going to decrease the rate of violence.
I'm voicing my opinion, and eventhough i'm am not old enough to vote I know what needs to happen to make the U.S. a better country. The government has to get it together, make better decisions. Stop looking at the little pictures; pay attention to the big ones. Don't be close-minded look at situations from different points of veiws. Focus on the things that really matter. Don't scare your people ,encourage your people to speak up, to find there voice. With the help of the people this will become a better country!

Faces on the Milk Cartons

I am glad I’m not one of the many faces on a milk carton. There are still too many missing people and children. People go around snatching up children for numerous pointless reasons. They have no hearts. If your out there you will eventually get caught; think about the children. People are so inconsiderate. Here is a poem about a child that was kidnapped. I thought about how it would feel for someone who had been kinapped and here is how it came out:

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I thought they cared but I guess they didn’t.
They could have stopped him but why didn’t they?
All they had to do was give him the money.
Maybe they didn’t have it.
At least my sister had them bury my dolls with me.
I think she still cared.
If it was up to her to save me I would still be alive now.
I roam the house freely now, my sister often cries.
Every one mopes around the house now.
I try to show them I’m in a better place now and don’t worry.
I used to think no one would care if I died, I was a troublesome child.
Now I know my family loves me but they could have tried harder to save me.
I still love them all the same.
However, if she would have answered the phone the second time I would be alive.
Next time call on my sister.
However it wasn’t their fault it was his.
How irresponsible he was, he should’ve learned how to handle a gun first.
You know, before he grabbed me up.
With his rough dark hands, and is hazel eyes.
If I was to see him again I would only ask, Why me?
I was only three.



Even now _ nine years after Congress established the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children to clear up some of the confusion and reduce child kidnappings _ estimates range from 200 to 300 stranger abductions a year to several thousand. The reason is the lack of a federal law ...




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