I am wholesome;
I am handsome;
I am your boy;
I’ll give you joy!
But,
They cut membranes,
And drained waters;
I gasped for air,
But they didn’t care.
They cut my neck;
They nipped my legs;
They pierced my head,
And sliced me through.
They dismembered
Me, while alive!
I writhed in pain,
And bled to death.
I am their own;
They me disown;
What cruelty
Is feticide?
Is this my mom?
Is womb, my tomb?
Is this my pop?
Their love’s a flop!
God called my name;
They killed sans shame;
I am unborn;
Haven’t seen a dawn!
‘What have you done?
Why have you done?
It was no fun;
You’ve killed your son! ’
’Tis OK, Lord.
They didn’t heed word;
They aren’t my foes.
Who brought me woes.
Dear God, I pray,
‘Forget this day;
Forgive the souls
For their bad roles! ’
‘Hold your wrath, God.
Delay your rod.’
Eyed, they were blind;
Now, they’ve sinned!
But now I’m dead!
They’d lost their head;
I’m an angel
In heaven, well!
Why abortion!
Go give your child
That’s unwanted,
For adoption.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2008
Excellent work, Doctor, and a topic so ruefully apropos, as societies liberal sector, inclusive of our mass media, once again celebrated the unconscionable anniversary of Roe v Wade, and the legal right to perpetrate murder on the Lord's precious gift of life & innocence.In Revelations, John alludes to the final war, and the Seven Seals...and that when The Lord decends to complete his sacrifice... that the beast will have already arrived and be be wreaking his perditious chaos through the weak of faith...And that said...is not abortion aberdeen proof of that claim? Again, brilliant penning, as was last nights preface poem to this one. You be well, Doctor. ~FjR ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world and leaders are ready to support abortion and homosexuality- twin most abominable things to the Almighty God. I wonder how longer can He restrain His wrath! And the weak-willed ones of the faithful too are toeing similar lines! God save mankind! God protect the righteous ones whose pleas go unheard. regards, dr john celes