a little something im working on. has to do with abortion...

If you had the chance to speak
would you ask me why does your heart beat
why do you get to breathe

i suck at poetry but i have so emotion about this i have to get it out somehow

 

There were once a man who had never spoke a word,
His body was tied on the cord.
The man had never read a piece of poetry,
And his mind contained neither zealotry or jealousy.
The man's heart was free, and
Boredom was nonexistent in his fragile brain.

Sound of musical genius gave him poetic passion,
His innocent compassion.
In the last, he was eager,
To see the beautiful words,
Words of freedom, love, and dedication.
When night has come,
Noise of groaning, the ill encroached his world.
A needle entered him,
Giving the unsuspecting man virulent poison.

Alas! The man hadn't know what death was yet.
He cried out in his maximum worldly voice,
Overshadow the hospital's noise.
Nobody had told him he should smile when dying.
It was the operation called abortion,
The institution's gross distortion.

This was the end of his life,
Without being named or remembered.
"Where is...?"
His Muse asked humankind.

 

I wrote this two months ago. Just to tell a fact to all pro-abortion hippies: the virulent anti-hippie villainess Ayn Rand is a pro-abortion, would you stand on her side? lol

 

very nicely does chinese troubadour. and peace attack i think ur off to a good start. keep working on it. the sastisfaction of creating something out of emotion is priceless, to me anyway.

 

Thank you AcousticPeace. We have to let people know, the unborn children deserve peace and love too

 

there is a difference between potential, capacity and ability.

Gradisco i bambini guasti.