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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A life just beginning, and so unaware; Born he will not be--it just isn’t fair! Oh, can’t you just see him as he struggles so, Resisting the chemicals as inward they go? Too bad, for his mom didn’t want him to live, Instead to abortion this body did give. Oh, listen to this voice and heed to this cry: Now’s time to stop this ere more babies die! Abortion is murder, that can’t be denied, But they call it “birth control,” and they have just lied, Or “family planning” or some other name; Regardless, it’s taking life and it is insane. To call it one’s freedom or call it pro-choice Is forgetting one person and his right to a voice. One person, that baby, that life that’s been thwarted, No choice has he had, for he was aborted! And now his blood cries from his heavenly home Because Jesus took him so he’d not be alone. On high he now dwelleth, and in his new place Rests forever from those who’d bring him disgrace. Torn from his mom’s body in violent haste, In fire he was thrown there along with the waste. Only now his torn body has been all glorified, Never more to be butchered through man’s greedy pride. Americans, please listen to the babies’ dire plight Because abortion is murder; it’s wrong and not right! Our God up in heaven will surely repay Returning this violence on our heads some sad day. Today is the day to reverse the decision Inscribed by the court through man’s faulty vision. Oh, listen to this voice, and heed to this cry: Now’s time to stop this ere more babies die! This poem is written with an acrostic of ABORTION.
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