by Jeanne Dininni

Created on: January 02, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

WHO WILL MOURN?

Who will mourn the little ones who'll never have a chance
To see a sunset, touch a rose, or smell the new-mown grass?
Who speaks for the silent ones who never had a voice
To raise in protest of their death by single-sided choice?

Who will mourn the helpless ones whose struggle ends in doom
Within the sterile confines of an antiseptic room?
Oh, can you guess the brutal secrets those white walls could tell

Of battered, lifeless bodies that have felt the wrath of hell?

Who will mourn the precious ones who pass with scarce a tear,
Unloved, unplanned, unwanted, disavowed because of fear;
While life-death battles fought in vain bring other parents grief
For long-awaited little ones whose visits were too brief?

Who will mourn the martyred ones whose talents won't be known,
Whose contribution to mankind can never now be shown?
Who will share the tears of sorrow shed by One above,
Who witnesses the sacrifice of souls He made in love?

Come mourn the irony of broken Hippocratic vow:
The hands so skilled in healing are adept at killing now.
Oh, who will mourn these hardened ones, to consciences untrue,
And pray, "Dear Lord, forgive them, for they know not what they do"?

Who will mourn the busy, selfish folks, too blind to see
That guarding others' rights preserves our sacred liberty?
Humanity will mourn, too late, once life has lost its worth,
If we accept the ruthless edict: Death, preceding birth!

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