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When will it end...

She had a baby when she was barely 13...

He would have been 2 in July.

Saturday night, he drank a liquid chemical used in the making of


and he died.

She is 14 now, and charged with murder,

same as the 19 year old father.

Why hasn't this been fixed?

It's my fault....

I haven't demanded it be fixed.

Have you?

Tonight, we will sleep safe and snug in our bed

while this drug problem rages on,

and it is because I haven't screamed STOP! loud enough

and neither have you.

Today, my heart is heavy.
I hope yours is, too.

Maybe the two of us will start to yell loud now.

When the children cry let them know we tried
'cause when the children sing then the new world begins.

What have we become...

just look what we have done.

God PLEASE help us.


  1. This post now appears on The Rural Blog,, with this commentary:

    Good citizen journalism, via blogs and otherwise, can amplify stories and give them greater depth, especially if the journalism comes from a thoughtful observer and talented writer like our friend Randy Speck of Albany, Ky., whose Web handle is The Notorious Meddler. That title has a hint of apology in it, perhaps because citizen journalism in rural areas can get more personal than some of the subjects would like. But when a chronic problem is displayed in freshly horrific fashion, it calls for citizen commentary like Randy just published about the death of a toddler in the next county who drank a chemical used to make methamphetamine. . . . That's the whole post, but it takes up much more space on Randy's blog because each sentence or phrase gets its own line, widely separated by white space. The spaces make you think, and make the prose seem like poetry, which, of course, it also is. For a news report on the tragedy, from WKYM of Monticello, Ky., click here. There's nothing on The Wayne County Outlook's site as of this posting, but the weekly's lead story last week was about the busting of six meth labs.


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