Web Pages By Elizabeth Genna
I feel the pain I hear the screams I see the twisted bodies Or so it seems Agony and pain sometimes Reflect from light in a window glass Their screams are carried in the wind When it blows late at night Still armed with my weapons To battle I go I show no mercy For they are my foe Is it some soldier On the battle field I seek Or maybe old people Too feeble to speak They hold no threat These people I kill For I am a doctor In an abortion mill
