A Childs Cry
laying in bed looking up at the ceiling
my eyes got blurry, and my head started reeling.
I saw a vision start to take form
of a child who was unborn.
this child was in the womb of its mother
being fed by the tube to give it life.
he turned and looked straight at me
and its eyes were as big as can be.
he raised his small little hand
and signaled me to look inside.
it was something that he could not hide.
the vision came closer to me
just so that I could see.
I saw the pain that this child was in
because his mother was
thinking to abort
and for the last two months he had fought.
all the features that GOD was creating
was thought by the mother
of becoming belated.
this young mother was under peer pressure
to take this Childs life
and it did not matter if it was wrong or right.
this young child was screaming at me
'how could they let this be'
I am life given by the lord
why would she want to abort.
tell her to give me a chance
so that I could live in the warmth
of her arms, and fill her heart with joy.
it would matter not, if I’m a girl or a boy.
can't she feel me, and see me
in her dreams at night
and that I’m in a perilous fight.
I want to live just like she
there is nothing wrong with me.
the vision started to fade away
and in my heart, I started to pray
let this child live another day
and from this woman the pain to go away.
LIFE IS SACRED, DON'T THROW IT AWAY
IF YOUR MOTHER THOUGHT LIKE YOU
YOU WOULDN’T BE HERE TODAY.
Louis rams
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