Hung, Drawn and Crushed.
Hopelessness breeds despair in a society that seeks the final solution
Anarchy, chaos, disorder the fruits of the genocidal killing of the unborn
Hung, drawn, crushed before your born without trial or jury
Anguish of the mother torn by the plight of poverty and the liberty of the unborn child
Held in the shadow of death by statistical propaganda that asserts death is preferable to the pangs of hunger
Ageless rights of equality, freedom and autonomy of will are no more in the womb or tomb of death
Human rights for the unborn come to demise in a world drunk on pride
Animal rights were the unborn monkey has more protection from the wrath of man then the unborn human
Heaven weeps at the tears the unborn child never got to cry
Arrested at conception without crime and sent to the gallows
Haunted by the scream of the unborn shouting, “Where are my champions ready to defend my honour?”
All the words and deeds of the heroic mean nothing if you remain silent to the unborn injustice
Hope, faith and love are needed where darkness prevails
Altruistic love for our creator creates the seed of hope to love our neighbour
I wrote this poem in defence of the unborn children who have few champions willing to defend them.
This poem was written by me in front of the Blessed Sacrament on the 13th July 2008. "Knight."
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