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Justice for JonBenet main

"If I could talk - just one more time
and tell the moments of my crime,
and tell you all of what I know
and of the secrets that you grow -
I surely started with a sigh
and looked you right into your eye.

But I will spare you of the pain
and go right into the insane:

My God, my angel, my creator - you,
what is right - and wrong with you?

One day born, one day free,
happy - with my family.
My love and care, with all my trust,
this world embraced me with their lust.
For entertainment I was raised
and entertainment I embraced.

But then, my angel, I saw these eyes
and I can't rest on all these lies.
Help me, world, oh help me, please,
help me find my rest and peace.

Mom and Dad - wherever you are:
I am NOT a lucky star!
It is me, what can I say?
It is your daughter, JonBenet.

And so my question then to you,
to you, my love, what did I do?
Explain to me, explain me why?
Explain to me, why did I die?"

--Sabine Boatright

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Ode to JonBenet main

It was December 26, another sleepy, snowy Boulder day
Patsy Ramsey got up early, said she had a lot to do that day
And as she hustled down the stairs, something laid there and it caught her eye
And as she picked it up and looked at it and read it she began to cry
The note said Mr. Ramsey, we have your daughter and you'll have to pay
Your little daughter JonBenet has been abducted from your house today.

Patsy said she screamed for John, and they went and checked their daughter's room
And when they looked in on Burke, she wasn't there, they felt a chilling sense of doom
Don't call police, the ransom said, but John told Patsy call 911 right away
And they told police their story, and were told they'd be there soon, the same day
But John found her hours later, she was hidden in a cold dark tomb
Their precious JonBenet lay lifeless in their very home, in a dim basement room
Seems like something strange was going on in that Ramsey house anyway
And now JonBenet Ramsey has been found dead in that house today.

Make-up, gowns and glamour, pageants, this was the world of JonBenet
A charmer and a winner, pretty, talented, a special child in every way
Photographers took glossy snapshots by the hundreds, roll after roll
But not a single photograph of little JonBenet could capture her soul
What dark secrets hid behind those mascara-laden eyes so blue?
Oh little JonBenet, I wish all of this didn't have to happen to you
I saw her once performing in a pageant, she sang a Christmas song
And now precocious little JonBenet will never sing again, she's gone.

The law, the press, the pressure, all this made the Ramsey clan retreat
And though their silence bred suspicion, no one really could demand they speak
Alex Hunter vowed No Mercy if the killer didn't come forth now
And Santa said it was a shame about JonBenet, anyhow
I guess the BPD knows what it's doing, what's best, I guess they have their own way
Looks like the trail's grown colder for the lucky murderer of JonBenet.

A year has come and gone since we heard the news about JonBenet
The Ramsey's sold their house, they bought another, and they moved far away
Burke's enrolled in school, seems happy, doesn't really seem to have a care
His parents never talk about that day, he doesn't either, just doesn't dare
But people speculate about it still, many wonder, rant and rave
And many others still lay flowers down upon the little unmarked grave.

--Lacey
(Based on the song "Ode to Billy Joe" by Bobbie Gentry)

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Poem by Tristan C. main

You were so destined to savor the limelight of fame,
now everyone around the world seems to know your name.
Your beautiful smile adorns magazines all over the world,
It's no doubt you were a precious little girl.
The days are short, and the nights are long.
But I know no matter how heartbroken, I have to stay strong.
The tears from my eyes fall like rain,
and It's very hard to hide all of the pain.
I look at the sky tonight, and Mr. Man in the moon,
looks at the world with sadness and gloom.
I think like me, he's trying to say:
"It's lonely without you, I love you JonBenet!"

--Tristan C. of South Carolina

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Poem by Bobbi Erhart main

A poem by Colorado housewife Bobbi Erhart.
It is a fantasy of what JonBenet's brother Burke might be feeling and thinking, and reads in part:

"You're gone and I can't bring you back, there's nothing I can do.
"And people talk of mom and dad, and what they did to you...
"I wish that mom and dad would go talk to the police.
"Then maybe I'd feel better and finally get some peace...
"Things can never be the same again. Not one hour, or night, or day.
"Because you're gone, and I'm still here--I love you, JonBenet!".

--Bobbi Erhart

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Putting It All Behind Us main

"She lay in a cellar, cold and dark,
Her arms above her head.
Silenced forever by someone cruel
Who took her from her bed.

And yet we must go on you know.
We cannot let this get us down.
As Mayor I must be concerned
With the image of our fair town."

"She died with tape across her mouth.
Her golden hair tangled in cord.
Thankfully she's in a better place.
And part of the plan of the Lord.

As her mother I must try to smile again.
I must go out with my friends.
It wouldn't be right to sit and cry.
I want my new life to begin."

"I found her there on the basement floor.
I carried her up the stairs.
I put her down by the Christmas tree.
But I cannot be burdened by cares.

As her father, I'm looking for closure.
Let's put it all in the past.
I have an important job to do.
My grief simply cannot last."

"I saw her body so small and sweet
Laid out on a table of steel.
I cut into her hair and skin.
And saw wounds that were deep and real.

But I am just the coroner here.
I have done all that I could.
And now I want to get on with my life.
It's best if everyone would."

"My heart is aching for JonBenet.
I think of her every night.
But they say to go right on living.
As if everything were all right.

As her brother, I wonder what happened.
I wonder who killed JonBenet.
My nightmares still haunt me and hurt me.
But they say they should soon go away."

"Yes, we live in this neighborhood.
We know the Ramseys and knew JonBenet
But we really don't care to comment.
No need to rock the boat in any way.

This area is quiet and nice.
The property value is high.
Why should we risk everything.
Because a child had to die?

As the neighbors, we'd rather it die down.
We don't want to say even one word.
We will speak no evil and see none.
Of this matter, we'll say not a word."

"The incident was very unfortunate.
It may give Boulder a very bad name.
But we like our Bohemian atmosphere.
And we don't feel any guilt or shame.

As citizens of Boulder we tell you
We are sick of the JonBenet tale.
We wish it would all just go away.
And are glad that the house is for sale."

"I sit on the Boulder city council.
I have to think of important things.
I can't be distracted by this incident.
Do you know how much money it brings?

I'm talking about Access Graphics.
A billion plus dollars a year.
We can't afford to lose that tax base.
Outsiders, stop snooping round here."

"I said I was committed to finding
The killer of that pretty child.
But I don't want to rush into judgments.
Or have my good name defiled.

I am the district attorney.
How can I know who killed and who lied?
I was angry about it at first.
But my anger soon began to subside.

I will soon be retiring in comfort.
I want to retire in grand style.
Sometimes I have to cooperate.
And play politics for just a while.

Let's face it, the man has money.
I don't want to wreck my career.
Why knock myself out for nothing?
His lawyers have made me fear."

"Oh, let's put it all behind us.
Some answers are just never found.
We need to go right on living.
And forget a child who was bound.

As her own father told us that day.
As she lay in her cold little grave.
It is important to get on with life.
It is own selves we must try to save.

So let us be happy and cheerful.
Let us swim and sail and ski.
Let us sing merry songs and dance.
And run through the meadows so free.

Life's after all for the living.
Not for a child dead too soon.
We all have so very much to lose.
We cannot just sit here and moon.

Oh, lift your glass to the living.
We laugh and we breathe and we say.
It is time to move on with our lives, dear.
Say one last, final goodbye--goodbye to JonBenet.

--Poet

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