Let the babies be murdered the demonrats cry.
It’s the mother’s choice if they should die.
The baby’s only dead tissue, although it’s alive.
Could it be possible, it wants to survive.
Why are the demonrats so eager to kill.
Why do they celebrate, subverting God’s will.
Why do they worship at the altar of death.
Why murder their progeny, before it’s first breath.
Why no compassion, for the most innocent life.
Why condemn your soul to eternal strife.
Why destroy the property, of those who disaggree.
Who believe life is sacred, why not let them be.
You must know in your heart, we are children of God.
Yet you help the adversary, perpetrate his great fraud.
Open your minds, listen to your hearts.
It’s at the moment of conception a human life starts.
There’s nothing to celebrate in murdering your child.
It’s a black stain on our souls, it’s evil gone wild.
Abortion is criminal, the greatest evil of man.
So far from God’s love and his divine plan.
My soul is crying for the souls of the spiritually blind.
The murder of babies is the scourge of mankind.
D.L. Crockett — 6/24/22