O little child unwanted

G. Bachlund

O little child unwanted and

Aborted by its mom,

Not stirring in its dreamless sleep

As empty words becalm;

For by such deathly silence

That once was human life,

One ends its fears through all the years

With forceps and a knife.

For woman born of humankind

Will end a human life,

While millions sleep, some angels keep

Their dirge for human strife;

So many deaths together

Proclaim a holocaust,

While praises mixed with politics

Urge death to millions, lost.

Aborted child by politics,

Forgive this world, we pray;

Cast out such sin and enter in,

Be born is us today.

There calls a still, small voice

To make glad tidings tell;

There is a choice when we rejoice

Each child with us to dwell.