Treasure Island

James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)


Young lady, please choose life and don’t abort that unborn baby,
Some couple will adopt him or her and no if ands or maybe,
It doesn’t matter what religion you are because the baby can’t tell,
He/She would rather stick around than have to wave farewell.

Because at the abortion clinic, they will murder your child,
Though they come across as though they have respect and never reviled,
They will dropp the fetus of your dead baby in a garbage bag,
This is all well hidden because they are silent and never brag.

This they wont let you see because it’s done behind a curtain,
There’s something terribly tragic about this and I am certain,
Ask around because someone wants a baby and can’t have one,
You can help them with a new life that has just begun.

Nov 25th,2010

Submitted: Thursday, November 25, 2010
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