Bore within the Mothers of Death
Impervious to the née fresh breath
Turning in their graves, be those
Grieving for the lost living soul
Hemorrhaging...the pain can be felt
Alive inside but can't call for help
Every body has their choice and Will
God help all those who choose to kill.
FjR{MMVII}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A painful and justified cry against abortion, for the murder of the helpless unborn, the innocent, who cannot defend themselves but are at the same time murdered while not born but yet alive. Vile crimes. Excellently presented. May the guilty assume responsibility for their atrocious crimes.