This week Eagle Rising is proud to exhibit the anti-abortion poetry of Mr. L.B. Strawn.
WHY MUST YOU DIE?
“Why, oh why, must you die?”,
I ask in anguishing, soul wrenching cry….
The child cannot answer my searching query.
But still I continue, though heartsick and weary.
I ask the mother with the very next breath.
“Because my body is my very own”,
Comes the shrill answer from a heart of stone.
“You have no right to kill an innocent child”.
“It’s only a fetus”, the voice becomes wild.
“It isn’t viable; it isn’t living;
And, I have no love that I can be giving”.
So the calloused doctor takes his vicious tongs
And rips away its little arms;
Reaches for its legs, but instead
The tongs, then, crush its tiny head.
The sight is gruesome as the parts are laid
On the surgical cart, and well displayed.
Oh, could that mother look and see
How perfectly formed that baby could be.
And, how she’s killing a real part of her;
No, these thoughts, if ever, seldom occur
Until she’s felt the painful, aching loss
While on her sleepless bed she’ll toss,
(Except to her whose conscience is seared,
Who has never felt love, nor ever cared
For anything, except her “personal right”,
But, it’s truly murder in God’s sight).
Why, oh why, won’t they obey GOD?
But they seem to think HIS word is odd.
Neither do they know, as one can tell,
That they’re damning their souls to a Devil’s hell.
By L. B. Strawn
April 6, 1992