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Unspoken Genocide

All the unborn childrenAround a table up in HeavenPiously enjoying grape juiceAnd bread without the leavenTalking nostalgicallyAbout their warm days within the wombAnd all the things they would have doneHad not life ended so soonThen one stood up – high and proudAnd in an honest infant voiceTalked softly of that fatal dayHis life became a choiceGood and fellow childrenFaithful fetuses and embryosWho is it that gets to decideWhen it's human life that growsThey talk of distant placesAnd how unfairly Millions have diedBut here we are in growing massAn Unspoken Genocide

Growth Within the Amber

Growth within the amber Warmth within your bedroom chamber You lay in constant sleepAwakened from your slumber Cold steel seeks you as its plunder Bounty hunters here to reapA pleading scream you cannotYour voice does not work as it oughtYour room becomes a graveAnd how I'm sure it stungBut then again, your life had yet begunSo what then was there to save?

Returned Mail

God always gets the address rightWhen sending out his mailFaster than the speed of lightIt surpasses the postal snailBut too often when he sends a giftIt comes back with bolden letter A baby meant to spirit liftThe note: return to sender

Shallow Beats

Shallow beatsSo weak in your persistenceWhat possible purposewarrants such persistence?

Mommy

Mommy if I couldI would hug you when you cry at nightAnd when you withdrew in your sheetsI would hug you tightMommy if I couldI would hold your hand when you're aloneAnd I would always kiss your cheek Even when I's grownMommy if I couldI would learn to crawl back to your lapand when you were feeling tiredI would take a napMommy if I couldI would be the love of all your heartBut mommy I can't do a thingYou never let me start