Wow I haven't done a post in a while, but I am okay, really I am; I'm just very busy.
This past week I had to write a poem about abortion for my English subject. It was very difficult to write and I cried many times. I was sickened when I realized how many times little babies are killed, and how okay people are about it.
Life is a precious thing, and so many lives are ended before they get the chance to live it. I hope and pray that this poem might change someone's viewpoint on abortion. If you are considering an abortion, or if you know of someone who is, please think again. There are many other choices available, choices that doesn't include murder.
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Hear the child’s voice
Knit together in his mother’s womb,
In nine months there’ll be no room.
Silently and sweetly he patiently waits,
One day he might become one of the greats.
He wonders if his mother knows of him yet,
He knew she would protect him from every threat.
A month then two passes and he grows in size,
He wonders if his mother thinks of him as her prize.
He hears her voice and wonders what was said,
Whatever it was she sounded upset.
He wants to comfort her but doesn’t know how;
He lies in the darkness and just waits for now.
He is awakened when he feels her cry,
An hour passes but still he doesn’t know why.
Another hour passes and his mother is still,
Was his mother okay or just feeling ill?
A few minutes passed, and he felt scared,
What was happening, he thought she cared.
A feeling shot through him he never felt before,
It was agonizing and terrible and very sore.
The feeling passed quickly, he left the cruel place.
He looked up and saw the most beautiful face.
He knew whose it was, his Maker’s, his Lord’s,
Joy swept through him and his heart soars.
He asks what had happened to bring him here;
What could it be that brought so much fear?
The face became sad and a tear fell,
He called it “Abortion” a thing from hell.
Countless babies murdered each day,
Killed by a doctor, the named price they pay.
How many lives should be ruined by this?
Why do they seem so happy and bliss?
Do they not know what it is they do?
Do they not miss hearing a baby’s coo?
Why do they say it is the mother’s choice?
But never listen to hear the child’s voice?
