(For the unborn victims...)

sins of commission
sins of omission
as grains of sands...
fearing to take stands?
yet drops of blood
soaking all lands!

can't hear the wailing
and most are failing
not grieving...
not caring
for their lot...
failing to act
failing in duty
the only God...

piercing sobs
deafened by cruel mobs!
so endless wailing
yet most are failing
unfeeling
unmoved
by their woeful lot...

sins of commission
sins of omission
each one shall answer
for their blood
the torrential
horrifying flood!

who is my mother?
where is my father?
to whom I belong?
weeping too long...
resounding sobs
stifled by steely-eyed mobs!

blood is my lot?
tears mixing with blood...
through tears...
through blood...
I do see my God!

Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/protectoral-palm/