These poems are written by a group of pro-life
supporters, all of whom share a belief that human personhood
begins at conception.
The Choice that isn't ours
Oh, what a choice it is,
to make the one that isn't ours ...
to kill a little child, that has no voice,
just because of a woman's vain desires.
Why are you so hasty
in making up your mind?
It will taunt your mind for ever
and peace you'll never find.
When you contemplate the murder
of the baby in your womb,
life will never be the same again
and you'll live your life in gloom.
You can say, "The devil made me do it."
But, that will not suffice.
For, you will know you killed your child
and you'll have to pay the price.
You can never retrieve that moment,
when you contemplate this deed.
As, that is time that's lost forever,
for you have crushed that precious seed.
I'd love to touch that little face
And hold that little hand.
But that is not what I had in mind,
For you were never in my plan.
I never thought it would come to this,
When first I tried to please a man.
He said he'd truly love me,
But no sooner was he satisfied ... he ran.
Now I was left with his burden,
Not thinking about taking this chance.
But I, as a woman, had a choice of my own.
I'll never hear that wee small voice,
Or see my little one dance.
Now this choice, that is of my own making,
Is tugging at my soul.
And the regrets, that I am having,
Are taking their vengeful toll.
Oh Lord, that I could retrieve my choice
And let that little one live,
And to feel It's little arms around me.
For all of this, now,
MY LIFE I'D GIVE.
Leslie M. Willson, Sr.
I have lost a grandchild at birth.
I've held the tiny spirit in my arms and cried.
I've felt his awesome spirit and I know about abortion.
I've felt the spirit ... and I've wept.
James O'Brien
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A Monstrosity
I think the end is coming.
And, we're running out of time
To change what has happened.
For, our peers are so very very blind.
They continue with the killing,
Of babies that have no voice,
Only for the mothers pleasure.
For, they insist on having their evil choice.
Murder is the trend today
And our President will make it right.
For, he has no love for life that's new.
And, his wife will lead the fight.
They have a cabinet of abortionist,
So this murder can run it's course
Without any interference ...
From a government with no remorse.
With Hillary's wonderful health plan,
We'll have abortion on demand.
And, who will foot this genocide?
It's the tax payer, the only ones who can.
Euthanasia is in the making.
So, the old folks had better do some thinking.
They won't be longing for this old earth anymore,
If Hillary gets to open that door.
America evolved from freedom and morals.
But, it will never survive this administration -
If something isn't done to curb this trend
And stop this obliteration.
Leslie M. Willson, Sr.
The Dream
I dreamed I was in line, before the great white throne of judgement,
and I trembled as I judged my self unworthy.
Before me was a woman that, it seemed, every one knew.
She was famous, known far and wide. She had laws made to protect the
wolves and bears and laws named for her, to prevent cruelty to animals.
Compared to that, I had nothing I was known for.
But
suddenly, this beautiful music filled the air and no eyes could hold back the
tears. It was music so lovely it took our breath.
I looked and saw a little girl, of exquisite beauty, playing a harp while
looking at the lady in front of me. She said not a word.
Suddenly, the lady knelt to embrace the child.
With a wan look, the child said, "Mother, why did you not want me?
Why did you let them cut me out of you?"
