A Word From The Foetus



'I'm warm and feeling safe

as I move around my room

everything is soft and gentle

inside my mother's womb.

I can tell that I am growing

as the time goes by, at pace

I've got little hands and feet

a tiny nose upon my face.

My heart I can hear beating

as the blood pumps through my veins,

I am aware of many things

and, I'm thinking with my brains.

I know the day is coming

when I will laugh and play;

and have a lot of fun

with my friends on my birthday.

What a time I'll have

as I grow up to be

that special kind of person

to that someone who'll love me.



'Oh, I'm feeling pain

is there nowhere I can hide ?

my little hands have been cut off

by the scalpel that's in my side !

my legs are being torn apart

I'm screaming in my blood,

no one seems to hear me

as I drown in the flood.

Help me, oh please help me

they're cutting off my head;

I'll never have a birthday

because my now, I'm dead !'



'There is a gentle voice I hear

that says, 'I love you so'

and arms that hold me really close

a great peace overflows.

I'm not afraid, I've lots of friends

I have a 'brand new' home,

a place of love, joy and peace

I play before God's throne.'



Then a mighty voice does cry,

'Rest child at my Mount

'til my Day of Inquisition;

when someone will give account !!'



dedicated to the unheard cry of the innocent blood



Psalm 9:7-12




Author's Notes/Comments: 

The reason for this poem is 'LOVE' 'COMPASSION' and the sure knowledge that abortion is murder

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