While I write this, under the blanket of night, there is a child being robbed of her God-given innocence. While I write this, in lax and unsupervised homes, little minds are being shredded against the glow of our common window. While I write this, behind the shield of musical noise, a trembling teenager is crying with fear over the choices ahead. While I write this, All over the world, learned men and women argue over who is to blame for the degradation of morality. And while we argue, in a hopeless home, a weary old woman gives back her final breath to a world that forgot her a long time ago.