Abortion

This little poem is offerred, in the spirit of being pro-choice – it is lovingly offered to those being denied the choice.  The choice of whether they want to live and breathe, to love and be loved.  The greatest moral tragedy unfolding in history is the legalized slaughter of our unborn babies.  To those silent cries, I dedicate this:

Who am I?

Who am I?
I am the one denied the dawn
the one without an embrace
The sun my skin will not warm
the rain won’t dance on my face

Who am I?
I am the weakest of them all
The one without a voice
My dreams destined to fall
My hopes hostage to “choice”

Who am I?
I am the one who will not be allowed
to smile at the moon, to frown at the cloud
Nobody gave me the benefit of the doubt
Nobody gave me the chance to shout
I am the one given no room
my life snuffed out….. from womb, to tomb

It could have been you, instead of me
Denied a voice, by some decree
It could have been you, instead of me
Never knowing what it is to be free.

What would you say if someone in your town was refused a seat on a bus because they were “too black”? What message would you be sending the world if your city refused university seats on the basis of the candidates being “too black”? How about jobs then? Would you be happy if businesses in your area refused to employ people on the basis of the colour of their skin?

Are you angry yet? You should be! Randy Bohlender writes a disturbing post regarding adoption agencies who refuse placing unborn on their books because of their ethnicity, their skin colour, and how that may have a detrimental effect on their profits. Speaking of am adoption agency in particular he writes:

When the woman arrived, they realized she was Puerto Rican and much darker skinned than they expected her to be. The owner of the agency suddenly decided that the child would be ‘too black’ to find a home for. The owner refused to allow the social worker to pay for the ultrasound that the girl needed – it didn’t seem like a good investment for the agency – and the girl left, probably more afraid of having her baby than she was when she walked in. She was denied assistance because of the color of her skin – something that would be illegal to do if it involved a bus seat or a hamburger, but is perfectly legal in the adoption world.

Are the unborn commodities now? Are they chatels to be disposed of and sacrificed to our bottom-line, our convenience, or our expediency? At best, this is racism – at worst it looks very very dark.

The challenge, however is for the church:

Friends, there has to be a better way. This should not happen in any city in America where a church exists. When a pregnant young woman chooses LIFE, she should find help, not resistance. It’s no wonder 4,000 babies are aborted every day in America – in the short term, we have made death an easier choice than LIFE.

My question is, what are YOU going to do about it?

Read the full post here.