ABORTION

The courthouse wall’s of burnished granite

shamefully on display

The “courts” have justified our hearts hardening . . . as stone

our Holy scriptures explain – – –

something about a millstone around the neck,

of those who’d harm a little one.

 

Silent screams escape now, crying from their bones

telling a story which brings us to the end of days …

Moloch has returned, demanding sacrifices

No one seems to know … what dark moonless night it was,

when evil crept in . . . we just know, she is comfortable here

 

She resides here, this unseen evil, in our midst

No one speaks of her, nor even mention she exists

In this thick blinding, bloodly mist …

no one sees clearly … no one dares to speak;

it’s hard to catch our breath.

 

As they pass by, not one … will even risk a glance … we cannot.

God knows every one of these little ones;

He, Himself can no longer … put up with this,

It’s only right that we should cry, and fear!