Having a hard time understanding it...

I might not have known this boy but he was really close to a my mom's friend's daughter who is almost like a sister to me.

On Canada day here, at around 11 PM, a 13 year old boy was killed in a car collison caused by a drunk driver. The little honda civic was side-struck on the passanger side by a Dodge truck and killed the boy instantly. His 18 year old brother/friend (my mom wasn't clear on it) was flown to Calgary hospital with serious life threatening and is now stable...

What I can't understand is that the Drive of the truck is getting less than nothing as a punishment and is already allowed to apply for bail. I can't wrap my head around our justice system and how a murder can get away with killing a 13 year old boy. Ending his life before he even got a chance to start it.

I feel bad for the family because they will never know what he could have become...

the only thing I can think of is this poem

I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said,
You told me not to drink, Mom,
so I drank the coke instead.
I felt really proud, Mom,
the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
even when they said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you're always right.
now the party is ending, Mom,
as everyone drives out of sight.
As I got into the car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece,
because the way you raised me, Mom,
so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom,
but as I pulled onto the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom,
and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the gravel, Mom,
I heard the big cop say,
'The other guy was drunk', Mom,
and I'm the one who'll pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom,
I wish you'd get here soon,
How come this happened to me, Mom?
My life bust like a balloon.
There is blood all over me, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink!
It was all the others, Mom,
The others didn't think.
He didn't know where he was going, Mom,
He was at the same party as I,
But the only difference is, Mom,
He drank, and I will die.
Why do people drink and drive, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling some sharp pains, Mom,
Pains just like a knife.
The man who hit me is walking, Mom,
I don't think that it is fair.
I'm lying here dying, Mom,
while all he can do is stare.
And tell my brothers not to cry, Mom,
Tell daddy I'll be brave,
and when I get to Heaven, Mom,
write 'Daddy's' Girl' on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only he had known,...
I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom,
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom,
Because when I needed you, you were there.
I have one last question, Mom,
before I say goodbye,
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
So why am I to die?
This is the last time, Mom,
I wish I could look you in the eye,
To say the last final words,
I love you...and, goodbye.

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