Peace and justice for all, they say

But then they go and just flush you away

You who are the most vulnerable of these

It doesn't even matter that you would like a chance to breathe

To breathe, to laugh, to sight, to grin

And now I will never get to see you

Until we meet oneday in heaven

But I promise I will work for you

And pray for you

So the rest of your generation, our generation

Do not end up aborted like you

"If we accept that the mother can kill her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another?" -Mother Teresa