No one hears your silent plea to breathe the air of freedom And you'll die before with life you have consorted Your feeble cry of 'Pity me' was heard oft times before For you're not the only child to be aborted! In the silence of your bondage in full trust you lie a-sleeping With a heart that's weeping softly in your sorrow You've so much to give the world if you only had the chance But who knows you may not even see tomorrow And so you mothers of the world who profess to believe In the right to let the cycle of life start Rise up in arms, in unity, and I beg you take the cause Of the undefended babe beneath your heart. A.S. (age 16)
Whose Choice Anyway
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