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.