A poem with a message

The actual author of the cow joke("Any faster?") is Alvarez Guedes, a Cuban
comedian who said that joke in Spanish about 10 years ago.  In fact, he
released the mentioned joke on tape as part of his act in the early
eighties.  Then again, about the "Headline Faux Pas" mailing, it seems that
these were from a book titled "Knuckleheads in the News".  Please, when you
forward something to me, make sure it's not copyright.  Today's message
isn't actually a joke, but a message.  Hope it gets its message across... -
Roshan
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Please circulate this and perhaps by the time Christmas comes,  everyone
will have read it.  A sobering poem.

                         DEATH OF AN INNOCENT

I went to a party, Mum, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum, so I drank coke instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mum, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mum, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mum, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mum, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mum, 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, Mum, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mum, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mum, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mum, and now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mum.  I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mum?  My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mum, and most of it is mine.
I hear the paramedic say, Mum, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mum, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mum.  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, Mum?  It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.  Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mum, 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, Mum.  Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mum, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave
Someone should have told him, Mum, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mum, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mum.  I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mum.  When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mum, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

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Someone took the effort to write this poem.

So please, forward this to as many people as you can. And see if we can get
a chain going around the world that will make people understand that
drinking and driving don't mix.

TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, so please forward this letter to as many
people as you can.
                                           -Anonymous

Thanks to Andy Kirk for this message

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This message was sent on 4 Dec 1996