Innocence Of Snowmen Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pristine and beautiful, winter sunshine falling onto a snow-
filled ground, crystals of ice lying around, icicles hanging
like Christmas decorations from every tree.

Snowmen having been built by children throughout the neigh-
borhood, showing the goodness and purity of children, their
innocence reflected in their snowmen.

Telling the story of their young lives and what joy they
put into everything, enjoying every creation coming from
within.

Children are our blessings here on earth, it's a shame
that not all people feel the same way, instead they mur-
der their own children in the worst ways.

Letting the baby come full term, taking the baby out ex-
cept for it's head, then taking scissors, stabbing them
at the base of the brain.

Twisting and turning the scissors to cut off their little
brains and kill them painfully, abortion is murder, there
are no excuses for it.

Pristine and beautiful winter sunshine falling onto a sun-
filled ground, crystals of ice lying around, icicles hanging
like Christmas decorations from every tree.

Ghosts of snowmen never having been made by children whose
mothers thought they were not worthy of life, even though
God gave them life to be born here on earth.

Mothers deciding to overrule God and take matters into
their own hands, murdering their children for no reason
other than selfishness, usually, or doctor's suggestion.