One More Time

In a world already over populated and crazy with disease, famine, starvation, heart ache and love brimming to overflow, another child is conceived. Another alcohol-abusing, developmentally disabled mother will attempt to bring another child into this world. I had already begun to wonder why she was no longer expressing an interest in her son. She has another baby to love and smother with love. Another baby who will take care of her. Another child that we will more than likely spend our hard-earned tax dollars for so that she can again try to successfully raise this child. Even though time has already demonstrated her incapacity to meet her own needs, let alone the needs of the impending new born. There will be another father who will not have a relationship with his child. Another child who will miss the love of two willing and able parents. Another child who will become a statistic in our headlong rush into oblivion. When do we stop the insanity? I am not sure we can anymore.