Abort Not
Each man knows his allotted worth,
The three score years and ten;
Yet few were those who survived at birth
Through the ignorance of men.
They called it the Dark Ages,
When life expectancy was short;
In statistics that they calculate
Were the lives snuffed at the start.
Through the annals of an enlightened age
There march a million strong,
The children who are slaughtered
Before they can be born.
Was life expectancy less great
When accident stilled the voice
Than when the deaths mount in a land
Where parents kill by choice.
The politicians who passed the pro-abortion law
were about thirty years too late.
Thirty years sooner that law could have slaughtered
the voters who put them in office.
why has humanity gone to the ground - if it continues this way, no one will be around
Abortion is a crime! ! Yet, each man knows his allotted worth. Thanks for sharing.
The joy of a child, some will never know. Good poem Adeline, I pray that it will save a life today. …God has blessed America With the babies that he give; and we abuse and neglect them, and kill them daily still… Phyllis
Thank you for your comment on my poem Her Beginning was Her End. Your poem has such a good point and I love your way of putting it. Thank you for suggesting this poem to me.
A very good and thought provoking write. The wording and meaning was done with good details and finery. Good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem about something that divides so many people. A great write.