The Billionth Abortion Poem by Denis Martindale

We are being subdued as if meant to stay silent.
The deed is done and cannot be undone.
Let's just move on, forget it ever happened.
Crush the conscience as if the child within.
Dismiss the sin, call it human error...
Or human terror...

Has it finally come to this?
Man can go to the moon...
Yet can kill his own son...
He can give him up to strangers
And stranglers...

What use is romantic love
If it can roam to death?
What use is St Valentine's Day
If the baby dies on April the first?
And what use is marriage
If it offers lifelong friendship
But ends in eternal shame?

God forbid that I fall in love
Yet to no useful purpose...
Smothered with kisses
Yet later smothered in blood.
I want to sleep at night
With peace in my heart
Not tears in my eyes...