“A child’s a child.” Why should that sound wild? When whispered or breathed, however so mild, outrage and scandal will fester and pile: “How dare you defile our sanguine bled rights?” “How should you limp men uprouse our plight?” Should that be right; our beliefs so deviled, then how should we men know which Truths are in style? All life has a first, An enumerated past. All life meets its end; the immutable Last. But as life should start, Unwoken; uncompiled Why sully its splendor, Why act so impious? No matter the label: A child. A fetus. To stop what did start is “choice” by eugenics. A Cide for the mysteries that never will be Like dismembered roses with unblossomed smiles The unheeded Unchilded. The countless Unrosed.
just an opinion, rather comments on the poetic components than an insoluble social issue. :3