Is it Roe vs. Wade, or is it wrong vs. right? It simply comes down to death vs. life.
She cries alone in her room at night.
Repulsively gripping her pillow so tight.
Taunted by visions of her unborn dead.
Disfigured and mangled, dementedly webbed.
Her emotions feel twisted irrationally insane.
While she searches her soul for someone to blame.
Whimpering cries of horrendous fear,
her baby torn apart with surgical gear.
Diminutive and tiny was her gentle seed.
Which only time… could make complete.
But through this malicious act of violence.
Forever her child has been silenced.
Her hearts pulsation not free of guilt;
Now only tears….For precious blood spilt.
By social pressures her choice was made.
She is totally confused with issue: Roe vs. Wade.
dreadfully tarnished is her very young mind.
Still searching the questions…. of this lawful crime.
“Is it wrong?”
“Is it right?”
” Is it death?”
” Is it life?”
While liberals lobby with white house charters.
Millions of children are aborted to slaughter.
For justice their blood cries out from the heap…..of tiny hands and tiny feet.
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