Monday, August 8, 2016

Trash-Can Tomb

Unborn life, inside the womb,
Headed for a trash-can tomb.

She moves, feels, hears, and dreams;
Oh! that we would hear her screams.

Precious life, how can't we care?
This blood guilt we all shall bear.

When you and I leave earth's strife,
God shall ask, "did you save life?"


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