Humanity Life Line & A Tiny Still Born

Tiny souls floating endlessly
As would be angels in our galaxy
But everyday we add willingly to their stars
As we sculpt a culture with a grey moral pride

Still born... tiny
Half collapsed lung
Surgically inflated diaphragm
Prayers for life abundantly
Amidst this decrepit culture
Parents of a new life still worry

Tiny hands cupping infinite tears
For those who cannot choose life
While in the next room parents cry
Given over the fate of the unknown to tragedy

Tiny born... still
Dreams of motherhood
Robin was an accidental angel
Accepted a surrogate family
Life extinguished not today
A true miracle of humanity

Tiny born... still
Prejudice against possibility
David was an angel murdered
A victim of toxic injections
Against choice against will
Freedom of choice it seems
Is a decree against itself
Inflicted by the ruling party
Against a helpless life

Free choice of a would be mother
A president action after an exaggerated toxic leak
Catastrophe is a remote possibility
But humanity's life line is held in a smile
Of an infant unborn fragile body
Whose face not even his mother would care to see

Late at night I can see them
Waves foam as flaming white crosses
Through port hole windows we see them
Calling them cresting waves instead of dead children

Witless wandered the would be judge
A queen whose subjects would soon be one
Her free will enacted tyranny before life's possibility
Humanity's soul held in a child's smile
The infant unborn futile to resist
Whose face his mother cares not to see

Late at night I can see them
A dark realm of flaming white crosses
Through bedroom windows we see them
Calling them stars instead of dead children

No tiny cries awaken dawn from her violent red sadness
Humanity's life line smote down as freedom of pride in liberty
An infant's soft whimper not even his mother cares to hear
Once was David an injustice amongst all deaths
An infant unborn sterilized by injection
A face his mother cared not to see

My waking eyelids see them
Fields of glades of green
Alit by flaming white crosses
I walk the infinite isles of death
No longer stars the reality has set in
They are the crosses of the unborn
Whom are dead children