Abortion

In darkness they speak with no words at all.
In silence they scream…No one answers their call.
There will be an end – all effort’s in vain.
The agony bends little bodies with pain.

As their lives are torn, their cries are so loud –
Our children, unborn, of which we are not proud.
They did have a heartbeat and, therefore, had life;
Then light was snuffed out...and their souls took flight.

Created by two and disposed of with ease –
You’ve sent them away as some mortal disease…
Who are you, oh women, to play with God’s gift?
He didn’t create them to be here adrift;

He fashioned them gently in his special way,
So they could live fully with us day by day.
They look down upon you, those, who didn’t stay,
And patiently wonder what made you betray…

What if you were killed ‘cause your mom was fourteen?
Would you give up light you have not even seen?
An angel came down to meet them and guide
Tiny feet off the ground to God’s fields, bright and wide.

These children now live in the spirit above,
Given to God, at least now they are loved,
Not offered the chance to decide their own life.
We've decided it for them with one move of a knife.

Up there, little hearts now again start their pace.
In the arms of their Father forever encased,
These children have found what love truly means –
They smile and they laugh and forgive us our sins.

For this is what murder is: it is a sin.
A feeling of doubt forever within.
A pain. A frustration. A reason to suffer.
Your child’s disapproval from which there’s no buffer.

You’re old enough to hold response for your action –
Of your precious time “thought” would take just a fraction.
Before you break up with what you find unwanted,
Just think. This is life you’re about to have haunted.

If you give them birth then you know you are strong,
Let these children grow, go to school and live long,
For murder is surely no way to proceed…
And teach them to do somewhat better than you did.