Not This Life
By Madam Vixen
From the moment of conception a child is made, A life with a plan and a purpose from God, An innoccent being inside the whomb, Not just a piece of tissue but a unique entity knit together by God. Their pleas and cries from the depths cannot be heard, You call it womens rights and freedom of choice, I call it murder, Blood-shed of an innoccent child, Why?! Why?! Has this become a form of birth control? They didn't ask for it, didn't even deserve it, But their rights don't count, only yours. You kill this life to spare the embarrassment, You slay away the responsibilities, This massacre of innoccent flesh must end, Put your life aside and think of theirs, Kill the pride not this life. Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 06:05 AM PST 0 • 10 • 1
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