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poems are written by a wonderful Christan man
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Through
Death Roe I Wade
Here I am trapped
inside,
And running
out of time;
Guilty of my
innocence,
charged with
no crime.
I have no rights
or voice,
I am just a
sacrifice;
a mere victim
of circumstance,
paying the ultimate
price.
No one seems
to mind,
the pain I will
endure;
My life could
yet be spared,
but deaths an
easy cure.
Will my life
be remembered,
for what it
could have been;
or will it be
forgotten,
No beginning,
just an end...
Am I condemned
to die?
like the others,
I am afraid;
I'm here alone,
awaiting sentence,
while my mothers
choice is made...
Stephen Boan
copyright 1995
THE
TORTURE CHAMBER
THERE IS A STILL
SMALL VOICE INSIDE
OF THE CHILD
WHO IS UNBORN
ITS SCREAMS
WILL NOT BE HEARD
AS ITS
ABORTED BODY IS TORN
FEELING THE
PAIN AS IT SEPERATES
UNTIL ITS HEART
CEASES TO BEAT
THE TEARING
OF ITS LITTLE BODY
ITS HEAD ,ITS
HANDS, ITS FEET
THIS TORTUREOUS
PAIN AND SUFFERING
IS LEGAL IN
THE LAND OF THE FREE?
ITS ONLY JUSTIFIED
BY OUR SOCIETY
BECAUSE IT'S
A VICTIM WE CANNOT SEE
THOUGH ITS PERMITTED
ITS NOT RIGHT
TO BRING HARM
TO A LITTLE ONE
WHETHER ITS
RENDERED SURGICALLY
OR SOME OTHER
FORM OF WEAPON
WE CANT BRING
BACK THE FACES
OF ABORTIONS
OF THE PAST
WE MUST
VOTE TO OVERRULE
BUT WE HAVE
GOT TO ACT FAST.
STEPHEN T. BOAN
COPYRIGHT 1995
NO RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT
EACH ABORTION THAT IS PERFORMED,
AN INNOCENT LIFE IS GONE;
SO THE TIME IS NOW, TO OVERRULE,
AN INJUSTICE OUR LAWS CONDONE.
OUR INALIENABLE RIGHT WAS NOT DENIED,
WE CAN PURSUE OUR HAPPINESS;
WHICH CONSTITUTES A NEED FOR CHANGE,
A SUBJECT WE MUST RE ADDRESS.
THE TIME IS NOW TO BE HEARD,
SO EXERCISE YOUR VOICE;
BY VOTING FOR A CANDIDATE,
TO WHOM A LIFE IS NOT- A CHOICE.
COPYRIGHT 1995
STEPHEN T. BOAN
Murder
Beneath The Skin
Is an abortionist
not a murderer,
because their
victim is not seen?
As a little
child is slaughtered,
while its carrier
remains serene.
It has to be
the perfect crime,
this country
endorses everyday;
The victim simply
gets discarded,
while the killer
just walks away.
The mother tries
to go on with life,
Rationalizing
she's done no wrong;
Is she simply
exercising her right,
Since the procedure
is legally condoned?
Though its often
not so simple,
living with
the decision made;
After the right
was exercised
granted from
Roe Vs Wade.
The simple fact
that a life was taken,
cannot be made
right simply by a law;
Which rest on
society's interpretation,
and is subject
to contain a flaw.
But for now
these deaths are justified,
by a law which
deems it to be no sin.
To end the life
of an innocent child,
hidden beneath
seven layers...of skin...
Stephen Boan
copyright 1996
