Every birthday, <br />reminds me of <br />those unborn! <br /> <br />Sucked by syringes, <br />pulverized by metal fists, <br />eliminated by local midwives, <br />doctors turned butchers... <br /> <br />Jesus! It is <br />a silent torment like yours! <br /> <br />Dear, <br />imagine the plight of the one <br />who survived among <br />those millions <br />that traversed to your <br />delicate womb! <br /> <br />If you are so adamant, <br />let's abort our love, <br />not our child! <br /> <br />My grandma used to say: <br />the finest moment <br />in a woman's life: <br />the moment she knows that <br />she has conceived! <br /> <br />You find it the hardest, <br />I fail to understand! <br /> <br />O Mother, * <br />I stand with you: <br />every abortion is a <br />silent murder... <br />Worse than suicide... <br />Killing a helpless soul... <br /> <br />Dear, <br />we came alone <br />and we leave alone… <br />At least let him or her be with us <br />To fill our hearts with <br />those flowers unseen, <br />melodies unheard, <br />divine smiles and <br />lovely laughter! <br /> <br />21.01.98 <br /> <br /> *Mother Teresa<br /><br />premji premji<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/125-untitled-like-them/
