They came just like the rest of us, Human from the start.
They had a mind, they had two hands they had a beating heart.
The littlest ones we slaughtered first, they never saw the sun.
They never were held in anyone's arms these nameless little ones.
Others we see on the news each night, their faces soon forgot.
Just little strangers who happened to be unlucky in the parents that they got.
They turn up in trash cans, or dead inside cars.
Sometimes they are tortured and sometimes they starve.
We just let it happen, we don't want to judge.
Hell, some of us are calling for a right to their blood.
How can we hope for forgiveness from above,
When Heaven is full of little ones who only ever wanted love?
Topic(s) of this poem: abortion, child abuse, children, god, humanity
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