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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