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How Was That Allowed?


When you think of slavery, you can't help but think,

"How was that allowed? To purchase a human being and force them to work until they die? So inhumane. So horrible. So wrong."

Yet, we're allowing innocent lives to be taken every day and justfying it.

"It's the mother's choice," they say. "It's her right."

Is it really?

Is it really anyone's choice, let alone, their "right" to end a beating heart?

Someday, abortion will be looked so down upon the same way slavery is today.

Our grandchildren will think,

"How was that allowed? To kill an unborn baby in the womb and get away with it? So inhumane. So horrible. So wrong."

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