Stolen Voices
Their voices were stolen,
Before they could even speak,
Not one word could they utter,
They were defenseless and weak.
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Their voices were stolen.
But what would they say,
Those murdered in the womb,
If they’d speak to us today?
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I am a human being to,
Though a tiny one at that.
I have thoughts and feelings,
And could one day swing a bat.
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It’s not my fault that I am here,
It was my parent’s choice.
Why should I be destroyed,
Just ‘cause they changed their choice?
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I am an individual,
I’m not part of my mother’s body.
I have my very own body.
I really am somebody.
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My hands and feet are perfect,
My eyes blue, my hair red.
You’ll not get to cherish them,
If you do that which I dread.
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For though I’m just a little guy,
I’m able to feel pain to.
I scream when I’m torn apart,
In the horror you put me through.
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I indeed am very special,
For in God’s image I am made.
I have body, soul, and spirit,
May this fact your mind persuade.
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Why is it true some animals,
Are respected more than me?
Men go to jail for killing them,
But not for killing me.
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Who knows what pride and joy I’d bring,
If you’d just let me live?
How I’d adore and caress your face,
If you would let me live to give?
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Instead of tearing me apart,
My little fingers you would hold.
My tiny toes you would tweak,
And thank God I hadn’t been sold.
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You’d see me as a special gift,
Sent down from Heaven above.
A gift to cherish all your life,
And glad you hadn’t disposed of.
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But my voice has been stolen.
The things I would I cannot say.
You can speak, but will you please,
And protect my life today?
James H. Cagle ©