Comments about Bob Day
Why, Mother, Why
In the wilderness of night
A chill invades my soul with fright.
As yet, unborn, I gasp for breath
To scream. I sense impending death!
I'd give my life for you, you know
And with your help my love would grow.
Why, Mother? Why? What have I done?
Am I not meant to be your son?
To make my plea, I have no voice,
So Mom, it's you who makes the choice.
Why must I die to suit your need?
My life is still a Godly deed.
Who speaks for me in man-made laws
Which serve to justify your cause?
Why, Mother? Why? What have I done,
That you destroy...