Sonnet For The Unborn

God's greatest gift of birth in disrespect.

A child's life, but now wil never be.

The fate of baby, could have been with me

or you. Not through love you chose to reject. 

Think of what may have been, the love you threw

away. It's murder for whatever age.

A human never reaches title page.

For women's choice may have wrong point of view.

Imagine baby girl with cheeks so red

Give her the opportunity. Don't weep,

can you see baby boy who's yours to keep

instead thoughts of that stranger in your head.

So outlaw all of muder, preserve life

and control anger. Perservere through strife.