Cries of the Heart

CRIES OF THE HEART Where wisteria like compassion always grows. And being indifferent to humanity, is not in fashion. Where all children from conception on....are all of great value. A city where no new human life is ended. Instead, it is a place where a human is a gift! We take fond joy in, and in ever constant thanksgiving! Without respect for life, the city dies, it has no heart. It's citizens' eyes,darken and show no glow. ~And, the wisteria, no longer will grow!~ 4/22/2022
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Eagle Avatar
April 22, 2022 at 12:34 PM
This poem was so well written. Very well done.
Romios Avatar
April 22, 2022 at 6:34 PM
Thank you. An anti-abortion poem, like this? Who wants to read about the value of life? You! One out of thousands who read and write here. Death is far more loved. A baby? Why, who cares! Pangie. Ukranians? Who cares? Pangie thanks
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