The souls cry out, <br />From all around. <br />The souls of the ones, <br />That had no choice. <br />The souls of the accidents, <br />The souls of the mistakes, <br />The souls of the unborn. <br />Murdered to protect a figure, <br />Murdered to protect a mistake, <br />Murdered to fix an accident, <br />Murdered to cover up your promiscuity. <br />Millions upon millions, <br />Can you hear the tortured screams, <br />Of the ones without a choice? <br />Living human beings, <br />Torn from the womb, <br />In pieces. <br />Barbaric, pagan, inhuman, souless, <br />This custom that we embrace. <br />Not even dogs, <br />Or savage beasts, <br />Are as civilized as man. <br /> <br />10/20/2012 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-choice-11/
