M U R D E R I N G  B A B Y
Within my Mother’s womb I grow,
Not knowing what life will bestow
A genetic code all my own,
God used to make me flesh and bone.

A little man I am I know,
Yet give me time and I will grow,
Just think of what the world would be,
Without a joyful world like me.

I need love and protection too,
And my protector needs to be you.
If you turn a deaf ear to me,
What I most fear may come to be.

Why does not someone take a stand?
And save me from my killers hand.
I’m murdered by the surgeon’s knife,
As though I have no right to life.

My body is torn limb from limb,
Yielding to Mother’s whim.
My screams are muffled as I die,
Dr. and Mommy ignore my painful cry.

Aborted (no, murdered) by my Mother’s plan,
I’m cast into a garbage can.
“AVENGE MY BLOOD, OH GOD” I pray!
Repay my foes on judgment day.

And God will.  The voice of “Babies” blood
cries unto me from the ground” Gen.4:10
                              - adapted from a friend, Milton Weir
……..by GE Parson