I feel sure that unborn babies pick their parents.
quote by Gloria Swanson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Abortions on the Increase
The world kills babies by the millions;
What cruel hearts could love to kill their own?
The babies killed are wholesome and healthy;
But Nature kills just those who can’t survive.
The right to life is baby’s basic right;
To kill a new-born babe is not correct;
God sees the tears of unborn babies all;
The God of life will punish those who kill.
The guilt of abortion can wreck one’s life;
Some mothers have committed suicide;
What insane minds dare kill their unborn kids?
Though maimed, some fetuses are born alive!
No species kills its own within the womb;
The right to life is prime for all species;
All parents rear their young ones though deformed;
But man alone kills babies though well-formed!
Oh, won’t you stop such treacherous killing?
Breast cancer afflicts mothers who abort;
Abortions lead to more miscarriages;
Stop murder of unborn babies in womb.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-4-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Major Congenital Anomalies (’Tis better to be dead but...)
A babe that’s born with brain anomalies;
With some inborn metabolic errors;
With chromosomal abnormalities;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies with thoracopagus;
Some with spinal cord abnormalities;
Those with true hermaphroditism;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies born of mothers infected;
Babies with teratogenicity;
Babies with just seal-like limbs:
’Tis better to be dead but...
Abortion is the treatment of choice then;
Yet, when babies are born accidentally,
Life on earth can be miserable to all;
’Tis better to be dead but...
And still such babies continue to be born
To faulty diagnoses antenatal;
Litigation may award money;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Yet, parents kill their healthy babes in womb;
Can abortion be ev’r justified then?
Such unborn have been killed without reason!
’Tis better to be live but...
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17-09-11
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Holocaust of Unborn Babies By Abortion
Abortion is murdering unborn babies by the score,
So we rely on immigrants for increased population and more,
While the holocaust of unborn babies is constantly ignored,
An appointed Supreme Court feminist decision award.
The whole thing is swept under the carpet but wont go away,
Canadians with a normal conscience always feel betrayed,
But politicians avoid the subject as if it was a sin,
Baby fetuses being dropped down into the garbage bin.
And then it gets worse because there nothing we can do,
No propositions, no referendums and no judicial review,
Abortion rules are nailed down so cannot be altered or changed,
Then add gutless politicians and nothing seems so strange.
Nov 10th,2010
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Silent Election Issues April 7th,2011
There are no binding referendums or Supreme Court reviews,
Those appointed to these high judicial positions would just refuse,
Their word is law so we have lots of abortion clinics,
Where people kill unborn babies and there are no cynics.
But something is wrong unless you are blind, deaf and very dumb,
And you march to the beat of a politically correct drum,
As they dropp dead fetus babies into a large garbage bag,
And you are not allowed to ask questions or especially nag.
This holocaust of unborn babies, never mentioned in the press,
Ladies can stay in fancy fashion and never show no stress,
Forbidden to elect a senator and especially a judge,
No proportional representation and can’t carry a grudge.
Apr 7th,2011
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dignity of Human Life
A bunch of leaves upon a guava tree,
Remained non-growing, ever since its birth,
Without producing flowers, fruits or seeds –
Result from environs or its own genes!
A rare phenomenon my eyes could see;
A sad situation for a branch to be,
Reminding of freak babies born, may be,
A fault of Nature or its parents, see!
To hear of babies in millions unborn,
And killed by parents while within the womb,
Is sadder still and gruesome holocaust,
That’s happening today in modern world!
Oh, what a shameful society, we are,
To kill our healthy children God-given!
And live as ‘gay’ to do unnatural sex,
And satisfy a lust that is big sin.
No living God can bear such heinous crimes,
And see the lives He permitted, destroyed;
Accursed are human beings, leaders who
Deny the dignity of human life!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-6-2009
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
HOLOCAUST OF UNBORN BABIES Apr 24th,2011
The subject of abortions is so sacred it cannot be discussed,
Though many Canadians view this High Court decision with disgust,
Though this holocaust is obviously wrong but where to complain?
There is no ombudsman for unborn babies so nothing to gain.
Another reason why Canadians seldom if ever vote,
The self-important Ottawa aristocrats behind their mote,
They don’t want to talk about this even at election time,
They are appointed for almost life so read another rhyme.
This should be the biggest subject in town but it is not,
Unknown number of unborn babies murdered today is a lot,
We need someone to show us the way out of this murdering mess,
But is there someone somewhere with a conscience but I digress.
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Are Abortions Okay?
We've had three million abortions, statistics say
How many dead and dumped babies is that every day?
The abortions are bad enough but we can't see anything wrong,
As if tiny dead unborn babies really don't belong.
There are only a hundred and fifty abortions a day they say,
We are not allowed to know but; is everything okay?
We are all so politically correct that no one can object?
Can pregnant ladies do it, no matter what religion or sect?
There's something extremely wrong, though accepted here; I hate to say,
Regardless of what our appointed Supreme Court might say,
Why and when did we all become so politically correct?
With an unborn baby holocaust going on and can't be object.
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Our Children!
those brown skinned babies...
starving in Haiti, Africa,
and around the world.
laying dead victims
of bombing and gunfire...
are our children.
those white skinned,
black skinned babies,
born into the housing developments
and trailer parks,
into crackhead pill popping
poverty... those,
are our children too!
those blood stained babies,
found in desperate dumpsters,
our children, again.
those unborn babies,
born into hopeless situations,
or never to be born
into a world cold and hard...
our children too!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Abortion Clinics May 13 2011
Are Canadians being replaced by those who believe?
That a holocaust of unborn babies is a way to achieve?
And subsequent population reduction will be great?
They even ensure that this subject is never up for debate.
Appointees in the Supreme Court are much higher than god,
With a hidden agenda and a politically correct nod,
Their Supreme Court decision on abortions proved one thing,
Death with dignity is out but abortion holocaust is in.
How does one get an appointment to the Supreme Court?
Is that question too delicate where women are allowed to abort?
But the Supreme Court made that law involving unborn baby deaths,
Babies before they had a chance to take their first breath.
May 13th,2011
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Babies Making Babies
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
Today!
To have it their way.
Today!
And these babies.
Making babies!
Stay that way!
Leaving a sadness,
With the rest of us...
To pay!
And arresting a joy,
That fades away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Babies Trilogy
Babies on demand
First they cry out
When ignored they cry louder
When still ignored they start kicking and breaking
Anything near them
Baby sitters
Should be patient, should be kind
Control their emotion and not do any harm
Because anything the babies do if something goes wrong
Their parents will always blame the baby sitters
Baby parents
First they give responsibility to the baby sitters
Then they sit relax and ignore
When they disturbed they start telling what’s right
And making it all the baby sitters’ fault not their tiny sweet children
poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Is Abortion Murder?
Is it human rights to have an abortion and kill the unborn?
Is this a holocaust of hidden murders and secret scorn?
So certain folk can stay in fashion and the secret is kept,
Out of sight, out of mind like the baby they would not accept.
If this is murder; where are the folks who should show some scorn?
About the little unborn baby boy/girl who will never be born
Not mentioned in establishment media and kept out of sight,
Is this a sign that it’s completely accepted and right?
Why do I feel that this holocaust of babies is very wrong?
And our appointed Supreme Court went where they didn’t belong,
So much for the religious right who never raise their voice,
Bowing down to the feminist cause so they can have their choice.
Nov 26th 2010
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We Need Death With Dignity
We need death with dignity regardless of our Supreme Court,
Isolated Santa Clauses tucked away in an Ottawa fort,
They allowed unborn babies to be aborted by the score,
But for Canadian adults death with dignity, they just shut the door.
If unborn babies can be killed without question; why not us?
Binding referendums could get assisted suicide without fuss,
That’s why they wont touch referendums with a ten-foot pole,
Democracy and Supreme Court agenda hidden with no control.
We are forbidden death with dignity under some pretence,
Isolated politicians and Santa Clauses make no sense,
They seem to think that miserable death will never come their way,
Like appointed Canadian Senators they may stay and stay.
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Babies Simple Smile
A babies simple smile
So Innocent and pure
A babies simple smile
All my Sadness it can cure
A babies simple smile
Incapable of fraud
A babies simple smile
This leaves me feeling awed
A babies simple smile
This fills my world with light
A babies simple smile
Oh how I love the sight
A babies simple smile
It’s a blessing I am sure
A babies simple smile
May it never be obscured
poem by Raven Nevermore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Abortion Revisited
The Sculptor makes each masterpiece,
With equal labor, love and care;
But human beings murder own,
Unlike the beasts, who know not God.
While many yearn for just one child,
And families on earth vanish,
As God denies the gift of child:
Yet, those with children kill offspring?
The Maker makes some wombs sterile;
The Maker makes some, more fertile;
What ruthless hearts dare murder babes-
That bear semblance to God Himself!
Don’t expect mercy from the Lord,
Who loves all creatures, great and small;
He gave man freedom and free will:
That is abused by earthlings still.
God hears the pleas of unborn babes,
(Who wish to see the world, God made)
All murdered by their own parents-
A treachery, deserving hell.
Behold the unborn’s curse shall bring
Unwanted woes and suffering,
That punishes generations,
However mighty are nations.
No species kill their very own!
All babies have freedom to live;
No human being kills by right,
Another in the human race.
Abortion is a heinous crime;
Procured abortion is a Sin;
All lives are lives in utero;
No one has right to abortion.
The baby in the womb has rights;
A life that’s formed by God in womb,
Has right to exist after birth!
To God, all lives are truly same!
Show me some beasts that kill offspring!
Don’t they struggle to rear their young?
Why human beings turn ‘beast-like,
When God is merciful to them?
The unborn child needs dignity;
Unwanted babies are God’s gems;
If you can’t spare your baby’s life,
God’s rod befalls you like a knife!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
An ode to unborn babies
Hello..., unborn babies
in everymother's womb
Here is an advice
It is better to get aborted
than born
Here birth is a ritual
death a relief
Play is a competition
Education a business
Love is lust
Lust is soulless
Marriage is a contract
Parentage is investment
Home is just a house
Old age, a curse
Love for parents, a duty
It is better to be aborted
than be born.
poem by Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
War Babies
See the white clouds roll in
Spirits lying next to me
Catch the wildflower falling
Its the wound that never bleeds
Hear the sirens calling
Spinning out their show
Hold - the moment close to me
Take it down too slow
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Can you still keep going?
Shattered pieces left inside
To face the final, knowing
That theres somethings you cant hide
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
So will the force let go?
Or will the phantoms stay?
Let the foreteller be your sight
- it feels like somethings happening today
Some shames like no other
And nothing feels the same
Nothing feels the same
War babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Nothing feels the same
War babies
War babies
Nothing feels the same
Be mine
Be mine
War babies
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
See Babies Crying
I see babies crying
For their older brothers
And no one will ever know
If they'll be home again.
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up in the heavens and say
We need you GOD today.
I now hear babies talk
As they learn to walk
Unto two, as from four
Then they're sent to war
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up to GOD and say
We need you Lord, today.
So babies don't you fear
No need - for a couple of years
So let's see a baby's smile
Until they turn to tears.
I hear babies cry
As they learn to die
No one will give a listen
No one will ask them why
For they are sent to school
Then they're learned to talk
Then they are given guns
Then they're told to walk.
I now see babies walking
As they carry guns
I don't see babies talking
For they're not having fun.
But babies don't you cry
Lets see a cherry face
Come on babies, smile
Filled with GOD's grace.
So babies don't you fear
No need for a couple of years
Let's see a precious smile
Then we'll see your tears.
For i know why babies die
I know why babies cry
I now know the answer is
No one asks them why.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Cow and the Sow
The grazing Guernsey cow said to the wiggly-eared sow,
“Is it because of all your babies that you’re happy now? ”
The wiggle-eared sow thought as her babies had their meal.
Then said, “Happiness is from inside me. It’s just how I feel.”
I love my babies as they root and squirm with thirst.
They add to my happiness, but it starts in my heart first.
Well, the grazing Guernsey was confused and did fret.
She was unhappy with herself since she had no babies yet.
The wiggly-eared sow sensed the grazing cow was sad
And said, “You’re beautiful and of that you should be glad.
Be proud of who you are and work hard to be the best.
Then the world’s your pasture and will come all the rest.
Your babies will be happy and the reason they will be
Is because happiness flows from you for all to see.”
poem by Gregory Huyette
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
But people that are worried about unborn babies are the same ones that vote against kindergarten programs in Indiana or school lunch funds out of the federal government.
quote by Birch Bayh
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!