God's Little Angels Poem by bobby beddoe

Abortion is a big issue this election year,
And woe to doctors who make it a career
To deprive Little lives to be born,
And dressed in soft wrap to adorn
The hospital window where newborns appear!

Docs all argue in their slaying persistence,
To justifyn their bold murdering defiance;
That it was mom's choice.
But God, with commanding voice,
'I'll judge mom's wittingly according to her reverence' !

Doctors and staff who jeer God and Him they flout,
Coin and green is the only thing they care about;
Not Angel still inside there,
Or Angel's first breath of air,
When, or before, Little Angel comes out!

Yes, He will right the wrong that shouldn't be,
And gather those doctors in the last finale;
So when docs die, and not before,
They'll be sent for evermore
To hell by little Angel's God, with zero clemency!

When Little body parts extracted with success,
Is exchanged for cash in that killing business.
As for Angel's little hearts;
And, all the other parts,
It all gets fixed by little Angel's Eye-wittness!