Poetry

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A baby's yawn.
A young child's song.
A newborn's love.
A little kid's hugs.
Can all be gone,
with a evil man's pay,
from the child he slays.
The murder of young.
The the holocaust to them.

The doctor walks in with a smile,
but in just a while,
the evil deed will be done.

The child in the womb has life too.
hands and toes and a little nose.
They can feel pain when they are slain,
but their cry is heard by none.

Will you answer their cry?

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