Don't Forget What They've Taken From You - VI

VI. It used to be that a child was called a precious gift, so many of them used to die we were joyful if they lived. To kill such a defenseless soul was barbaric and cruel, but oh, how Satan did return, and play us all for fools. Now sixty million have been killed before breaching the womb, we murdered for the convenience, sent innocents to doom. Unique, one-of-a-kind people, snuffed out like they were trash, we hide behind euphemism… we will answer for that. How many siblings won’t you know, and friends will you not have, how many spouses won’t you meet, or children young and glad? How many books won’t be written, and movies won’t be shot, how much culture would we cherish that now we have not got? How many inventions were lost within that murdered mind? How many great things have vanished due to this blooding crime? For every five that you see now, one more soul should exist, you want to talk about heinous, Hitler didn’t kill like this! For our own selfish convenience we butcher our own youth, see the evil and don’t forest who was taken from you.