Unborn Child, Murdered

aborted fetus thumb


Here I lie beyond mischance
In the womb’s long timeless trance.
Here’s my sea and rivers flowing
And they all know where they’re going.
Fruit and blossom, leaf and bough
Live in the summer of the Now.

They tell me there’s a world out there,
But I simply do not care.
Life’s a sickness, yet it comes
And its icy breath benumbs
The souls of millions. What a thorn
In the flesh…this being born!

— Relax, my dear, no need to grieve.
Your luck is in! Here’s a reprieve.
Thanks to the latest liberal views,
Your mother is now free to CHOOSE!
She’s made her choice: the vacuum pump,
The fetus bin, the garbage dump!