The Voiceless
We need to be the voice of the voiceless.
His little heart beating, so precious and pure.
One hand on her her belly, she hates what’s inside her.
He can hear her voice, its soothing and calm.
He longs for the day he’ll be held by his mom.
She walks in the door and lays in the chair.
The aroma of blood is thick in the air.
He squirms and kicks, feeling warm and protected.
No idea he’s the baby his mother rejected.
The doctor tells her it’s time to begin.
To destroy the life she carries within.
Pain consumes his body but he doesn’t know why.
And as she felt the kicking stop she started to cry.
This precious life ended before it began.
He missed out on life and God’s perfect plan.
He was one of the millions who never had a choice.
We need to speak up for those with no voice.
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