Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

The Lost Generation


For those who view abortion different;
As the murder of an unborn innocent,
There’s a Newtown massacre every day
with nameless victims for whom they pray.
Not wishing to gainsay the law
of privacy or woman’s right to choose.
Praying more for a change of heart,
for children not to be refused.
For there are songs that might have been
That never will be sung.
Blank Canvases, devoid of paint,
That never will be done.
In truth, a generation lost,
As one was lost before;
The first upon the fields of France,
the next on Clinic floors.
No firearms employed this time
but the carnage is the same;
Helpless bodies torn apart
Their blood poured down the drain.
I’ve seen the people up in arms
When Madmen use their right to choose,
But abortionists grow fat and rich
Please understand why I’m confused.

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013

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While I view the battle to overturn Roe vs Wade as not winnable and not worth the expenditure of political capital I still view the fetus as human and abortion as a human tragedy. The struggle should be to change hearts and minds rather than forcing the clinics to shut down. Bill Clinton said abortion should be legal safe an rare. At 53 million and counting it has, instead, become a big business.

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