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Euthanasia ‘ Cannibalism? Utter nonsense, dear child,
this is 1995 It can never be!
Remember Buck Rogers?
He played first of our race
To defy hidden dangers
As he flew into space.
And each child as he watched
With excitement, would scheme
That he, too, would fly up,
Such a beautiful dream.
Utter nonsense, dear child,
Which your mind must erase -
The day will never come
When such ventures take place.
(Try throwing that “Fact”
In an Astronaut’s face).
Remember the times
When a baby meant love,
And a baby was welcomed
As a gift from above?
And the child knew his parents
Would always be there
To shield him from danger
As he grew in their care.
Utter nonsense, dear child,
For you to survive,
You must find the passage
Then, exit. . .alive!
From infant to adult
You must be on your guard,
For sometimes- the lessons
You learn will he hard.
But don’t be discouraged,
Let God be your guide.
He will give you the courage
And help you decide.
Remember the Bible?
This passage I know,
‘Honor father and mother.’
It will always be so.
Utter nonsense, dear child,
Check old age homes out there
Filled with old people
And no one to care.
Get rid of our parents?
The idea is too rote
But let me assure you
It’s been put to a vote.
Euthanasia is here
And, if it makes conscience queasy,
Practiced often enough
If. becomes right . . . . and easy
Remember the movie
Called Soylent Green?
It never could happen,
It’s totally obscene.
That people will end up
As food for each other,
The victims, your children,
Your sisters, your brother?
Utter nonsense, my child.
In our civilized world
Such horrible antics
Would surely be foiled.
Oh really, my child?
Jock around and beware
For Soylent Green
May already be here.
Call me a nut case,
Foolish, insane,
If I can’t seem to cope
With incredible pain
Of a human aborted
With indifference, disdain,
And they dare to distort it
And say ..“It’s humane!’
I hope I am wrong,
But, I frankly surmise
That a booming business
Is on the rise.
And if you think
My fears are wild,
I beg you to consider
The commodity, the unborn child,
Sold to the highest bidder.
Can Soylent Green
Be so far fetched,
Or, is this just the start
Of a world gone mad,
Immorally wretched,
From God’s laws, to depart?
All heaven weeps
As innocent child
As yet unborn, but still
A victim of those hardened hearts.
Yet, creation of God’s will.
News Flash! The year is 1995.
Cannibalism, is a fact of life in China.
Prices range from $1.38 to $38.00
(April 24th Issue of the National Right To Life News)
A word to all adults:
I was not wrong
When I surmised
A booming business
On the rise.
In China, at this very time
Some menus do include
Aborted babies by the pound;
They are considered Food.
And governments,
Through ‘Managed Care’
May soon decide your fate.
When economics will decide,
Can you be sure you’ll rate?
Take action now
Or you may lose
Your children or your wife.
And pray you are not the ones they choose
“Unqualified for life”.
(© Hannah 1995)
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