08/29/2026
AUGUST 28, 2026
A sickness reeks of lye and ruin, just beneath the stolen land, butchered and, bold. Shielded from recompense and restitution; sold. Pregnant with pause they sit, unfit and Tang’d of thaw and stale promises. 163 babies found, a dozen more swinging as the mildew of their morality scorches the skin off mercy while iron buckets of our tears, bind unchained hearts to detached ears.
-Lanette Ware-Bushfield
A society that does not protect its childreit abdicates its primary moral responsibility.