Abortion - A Poem

Can you feel it?
Can hear it, can you touch it?
I can
Do you see it?
Can you taste its stench?
Death
but no not of men or women
asleep in their beds.
No, it is much more filthy.

Death
The death of thousands
In my mind i see death.
Death of hundreds nay millions!
They block all other thought.
Do you feel their terror?
The terror of those destined to die
But no, not even in battle do they die
Nay they get no such honor.

Innocent people die
In their beds, in the field of battle
Still others die of sickness.
not these
Do you see them?
I do
They are murdered, with no chance to cry out.
Murdered in the dark.
Do you see them?
The unborn, the slain.
                         B.V