Phrases are fashioned, for a purpose;
some ideas are met with disdain;
hiding pure evil beneath the surface;
causes fewer people to complain.
One would never think of killing a baby;
especially, a child who is healthy;
but a challenged child; not even maybe;
even tho you’re not wealthy.
So, why is a baby in the womb, fair game;
does she, somehow, deserve to die?
To Evil, all murder victims are the same;
but, that one, can’t even cry.
Silent cries of anguish, beg we reform;
life, itself, is crying inside;
that embryo, inside, is life, unborn;
a truth, we’re unable to hide.
A baby, soon, to be held by her mother;
her life or death, isn’t her choice;
but, depends on the choice of another;
why can’t all heed love’s voice.
A womb is a dangerous place to be;
life has so little protection there;
one could kill a baby; and be set free;
and many, wouldn’t even care.
Legalized murder is confined to the womb;
but, don’t count on it staying that way;
some would like it, to extend to the tomb;
for those who disagree what they say.
In the end, God sees your soul laid bare;
it’s all about the character you imbue;
your choices, reveal what love you share.
God chose life; why can’t you?