Get Your Premium Membership

Aborted Baby

Won't even get a chance at life, Two months old and it receives the knife, Not even a single cry, Can I ask why? Why does it have to pay for their actions? They make the decision to their satisfactions, As it lays there helplessly and grows, The baby doesn't even know, That soon, it will grow no more, But instead, it's life will be cut off so short, No chance to be held, or to be loved, But like many others, be aborted to the world above, It's completely not right, Nothing to do, it can't even fight, It's removed far too soon, It's breath cut off like the pop of a balloon, It's tiny little soul and heart, No longer shared, but torn apart, What's it gonna take, For people to realize that unborn babies aren't just things and they're not fake, To make people think before they do, Because look who pays, it sure as hell isn't you, And it's not fair, You act like you don't even care, But that's a life you've just destroyed, a life you've prevented from living, A life you made, and a chance you're not even giving, What are you gonna do next time it happens? Abort the helpless baby again? Abortion isn't a form of birth control, Use your brain and save a soul, Relax, and thank God you have a chance at life, While you allow others to give that unborn child the knife, Because there is no next time for that baby, And unfortunately, not even a maybe, You have fun living like before, While that baby doesn't even get close to life's door!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs