Human Rights?
Human Rights?
What can one say about human rights?
What about those who don't have a light?
A persons a person no matter how small,
Or it that just a tale, not true at all.
Children are priceless,
That saying is ageless.
Why are they now tissue,
Disposed before they're due?
They have no voice,
In the matter of life or choice.
Why are there so many murders,
Killing so many futures.
They have a heartbeat,
And little tiny feet.
What else do they need,
For the babies to be freed?
Rights are for all,
It is your call.
Will you stand for the babies,
For the little he's and she's.
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