Hey! Fetal Parts Sale...Here Ye, Here Ye, Let The Bidding Begin { A Plan Promised To Place Some Parents Under A Hood } Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

How do you people sleep well at night?
Did Diablios really have that much to offer-
in exchange for your soul, your heart,
and some ice from your veins...for Summer in Hell,
as you feast on fine wine...such sacrelige!
Chomping on Caesar Salad while setting
the prices, did you not leave a tip
and gulping before it's time
before returning... to your 'hood' to 'plan'-
your next victims lungs, heart and tissue-
tor the highest bid, and are you 'Parents' yourselves?
God forbid, and if so, you all should be cuffed
and mirandized...locked in a cell...,
and shown photographs of your expertise
to a Judge and Jury of ethical mind.
God help you all when you have to explain
to the One who created the lives you tortured,
murdered and sliced like a Caesar salad,
and sold by the slice...for a dubious price.
Is that all new Life is worth to you?
Tell me, how do you sleep at night?
Do you think Diablios will help you explain
when judgment comes down like napalm in 'Nam
of all the live fetal parts you severed and sold,
now all on your own with the blood and flesh-
than the voice who would say if they could...
''I'm alive, please don't kill me..My God, I'M ALIVE''!




FjR-MMXV