The one who has no voice
the one without a choice
They never get to know a full life
all they get to feel is the knife.
To never see the light of day
for those souls, I now pray.
They really are alive
they're growing, they thrive
God made them all
no matter how small
How can a mother feel the baby inside
and yet be too full of pride
to admit they feel a life
and so they use a knife
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Great job Brittany! Such an important topic, and such an important battle. We need to speak out more!
The last lines are right on the mark.
Thanks Tim! Yeah.. it definitely is a battle we have to speak up more on. We need to speak out for those who don't have voices.
"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3 .. is our nation so conceited as to think that they can destroy their heritage and rewards?
I love this. It is sooo sad. :(
I like your abortion poem sooooo much. Its probably like, ten times better then mine Chris :P
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