Millions That Will Never

Boy, I'm really loading you with blog posts this month, aren't I? Well, here's my excuses:
1) I've had these weird moments of inspiration late at night recently,
2) At least with this poem, it's something I've wanted to write a poem about for a long time, and
3) I've been trying to reach my quota of 100 words a day, and sometimes blog posts are easier to write than stories. Really.

But now onto why I wrote this particular poem.

Abortion. Millions of babies that are being killed every day. And so many people don't care.
I'm not one who will cry willy-nilly over movies or books who are trying to pull your emotional strings, but abortion gets me. Every. Single. Time.

So I wrote a poem to express what I feel when someone talks about Planned Parenthood or any other abortion system. Sure I feel angry at what they're doing, who wouldn't? But also I feel a sense of loss, and inexpressible sadness. So on that note now I give you:

Millions That Will Never:

Written by Rebekah Eddy

Millions of little eyes

That will never see

Dewdrops on roses

Or a giant tree.

 

Millions of little ears

That will never hear

Voices of loved ones

And those they hold dear.

 

Millions of little mouths

That will never speak

Sing, shout, and laugh,

Or cry when they're weak.

 

Millions of noses

That will never sniff

Home-baked, hot cookies

Or bleed from a biff.

 

Millions of little hands

That will never hold

Other precious babies

When they are old.

 

Millions of little lives

Are lost every day,

Murdered by humans

They don't have a say.

 

Those ones who kill them,

They all were born,

They too were babies

Small and forlorn.

 

Why aren't they grateful

For being alive,

And give all those babies

A chance to survive?

 

God cares for the millions,

He loves them all,

He carries those babies

Past heaven's wall.

 

Though millions won't see

What it's like here,

I can only imagine

Their life without fear.

 

It's tragic to see

Their precious lives lost,

But God's in control

And He knows the cost.

 

Those ones who take lives

And innocent souls

Will reap their reward

From all earthly goals.

 

God will not let

Their sins stay hid,

They'll surely pay

For all that they did.

But while we're here on earth

We speak for those

Who can't talk for themselves,

Who can't interpose.

 

We can fight for the millions,

We can stand strong,

We can tell all the others

That these babies belong!

 

So join in our battle,

For those millions need

People who love them

And who will intercede.