I hear their unborn voices <br />echoing in the vocabulary of silence <br />blazing beside their premature grave <br />from the aborted breath <br /> <br />Glints over the shadow of death <br />their souls longing justice <br />blazing beside their cold tomb <br />from the aborted womb <br /> <br />i mind their voices are alive <br />the unborn unsayable cries <br />longing for speedy due process <br />blazing beside intrinsic law <br />in the aborted judgment <br /> <br />I know I am imagining <br />this condolence is like an air <br />a puff eventually disappear <br />into a nook of aborted nothingness<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aborted-fetus-unborn-voices-i-hear/
