Media frenzy the knives are out, children
starve to death saints cry out, how much is it worth a judge remarks, what
should I do God asks, media snarl juice details spill everywhere, when will you
answer the righteous call, 200,000 judge says childhood lost, devil wins when
souls become ghosts, media move like cattle to the next spring, there is more
than one it is a ring, god lifts his head it’s doing him in, media scrum for
rights from next of kin, God opens the books the living and the dead, no media
entries at all therein.
It’s your right shouts the crowd, God looks
across then looks down, what are they doing this zealot lot, they encourage
abortion this un human long, and you
think this is going to go on for ever. How would you feel with a flea in your ear,
he’s merciful cries the priests, what have they been reading their minds or
their hearts, crowd gather momentum the cries intensify, they have a good legal
team devils in disguise, St.Peter shakes his head the master is tired, the last
time he saw it a nation expired, it’s your right termination is what it’s all
about
Young pregnant girl passes the crowd, no
one notices only the lord, baby inside hears the hatred been spun out, kicks
his little leg her stomach pouts, lonely and poor she heads for the shelter,
inside they advice her why not abort they tell her, it’s your right they advise
with a relentless call, baby goes quite they are demons he’s small, she sees a
face just a pair of eyes, kindness and light she begins to go towards, it’s his
right speaks the angel pointing down, her tummy jumps inside baby smiles, he ushers her away from this anarchic set
Ugly rich and those of twisted fate, their
faces hard their love a reject, they continue to call for the right to abort,
baby is born there’s a smile on his face, why not compromise the crowd call
out, baby a year older sun shines bright, your winning winks peter see’s the
tear in his eye, the baby brought a lasting joy to the eye of the lord, sixteen
weeks then why not that, lord shakes his head will they ever give it up, baby
makes three can read and write, he’s in the school choir he sings all night,
it’s a mothers right screams the crowd all right
Termination determination if that is their
situation then I will gladly terminate then, not their children but those
crying out for termination, they are given a gift as if its their right, they
rear children sexually and think it’s all right, enough he says about to press
the button, mr baby goes to high school he’s a leader all ready, and they wanted
to abort this little man, well let me tell you about it and beware cause your
gone, I’ve had too much of this wanton decay, all you who call termination soon
will be your day, and then I’ll hear your call and your right of way. amen
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