“Save the whales and save the dolphins,
fringed–toed lizards and the rats,
But destroy the unborn babies; they’re
just senseless, human brats.”
What has happened to our values that a
host of us should rise,
With no love for unborn children- a
“Woman’s Rights” the greatest prize.
What about the unborn infant, kept
within the mother’s womb?
That should be a place of safety, not
Its death-bed or its tomb!
We’ve been taught that life is sacred,
and to nurture it with care,
Now, some people say, “It’s another day,
let ‘IT’ perish, we don’t care.”
We hear the pro-choice hucksters; they
attack pro-life with scorn.
There’s no answer from the victims, they
can’t speak, they’re yet unborn.
So, while some still pray for children
and desire to share their worth,
There are other, “would-be mothers”, killing
babies before birth.
If you think that life’s not precious,
that “prolifers” are not true,
Would you care to say where you’d be today
had your Mom aborted you?
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