by Amanda Donohue

Created on: August 04, 2008

This poem is written as if speaking to aborted children.

In vessel sacred conceived and formed, but by heartless metal you were torn
Your tiny hearts so cruelly stopped, silent victims in bucket tossed, sentenced to death without even a crime, injustice reigns, revers'd times. Poor babies robbed of your dignity, your unassailable right to be, fallen prey to your vulnerability; why can't our woolen eyes just see, that you're different than they or me? For what something becomes defines what it is now, and as we were once like you, so you are of us now. How much longer will these lies be believed, let us end this horrific travesty, bring peace to those who mourn and grieve and honor those whose lives we've seized, no longer can we stand and watch, we must bring change, this has to stop.

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