work done by Ian Cowart

The Hidden Holocaust

So many babies lost each year.
Most of them killed without a tear.

They were killed because of a mother's choice.
Killed because they had no voice.

Did they know what was being done?
Did they know they'd never see the sun?

These precious ones sent by God above.
Sent by God with care and love.

Why do these babies get killed each day?
These precious infants who have no say.

Can't these people see?
These babies deserve a chance to be free.

Who are these people who won't give life a start.
Don't they know?
Abortion stops a beating heart?

By: Jenny, age 14
Saving Arrows

Abortion

Nothing is wrong with murderers
Aren't they only doing their job?
If you discipline your children
Jail awaits you
If you're pregnant and don't want to be
You can kill it, it's your choice
Nothing is wrong with murderers
Aren't they only donig their job?
You can go to jail for
protecting yourself
But you can rid yourself
Of motherhood that's your choice
Nothing's wrong with murderers
Aren't they just doing their job?
If you dispose of the product of
Your inconvenience, you will go to jail
If the murderer has an M.D. it's okay
That's your choice
Nothing's wrong with murderers
Aren't they only doing their jobs?

By: Brooke

His eye's are lambent
Wonder through them
There you see his candor,
His purity
Why slay such innocence,
Such magnificence?
Why scandal his rights,
Kill his stainless temple
This child is vital
He has a chance
And away with it you go
Breath then silence
We must open our outfits of vision,
Look into these cruel and unjust occurrences
You may depart of his composition,
But his soul will forever be of life

By: Julie

Tainted America

America the beautiful
I sing my song to thee,
I have just come
from your slaughter houses
which stand on your land and shinning sea,
I watched a truck come in today,
it came from a company
that had pretty title
"Medical Services"
is what it said to me

but let me tell you something, Dear America,
your truck is not so pretty,
for it carries away the little ones
who were erased in far too much of a hurry,
I watched a man
step out of the truck,
he took two empty boxes and bags,
I watched the man
walk into your slaughter house
with blood upon his hands

I stood there and I went to tears
just thinking of the wounded,
standing there,
so helpless I felt,
standing persecuted,
persecuted by the tears
that wish to incapacitate me,
persecuted by the fears
that wish to manipulate me

I watched this man exit your slaughter house, America,
I watched him put two full boxes back inside his shinny truck,
I saw him pull out of the driveway,
I saw him leave

u n t o u c h e d

let me tell you something, America,
through your lies I see,
let me tell you something, America,
you're erasing what you should leave to be

By: Heather Lee McLewin