Cruel World

Mother, do I have to go out there?
Its cold and people are cruel.
People like me die every day.

No thought is given to how we feel.
We are just unwanted
And for that we are killed.

If this were to happen to anyone out there.
It would be called torture.
It would be called murder.

But I am little,
And I have no voice.
I cannot cry in pain.

When I am born,
When I am grown,
When I have a voice,

I will cry
For the horrible pain
That was endured by my friends.

Mother, I will make it known:
To the unknowing, to the unseeing,
To the uncaring.

To this cruel world,
I will make known.
I will make known.

Dedicated to Abigail Ruth Saylor.
I have always been a strong pro-lifer but never as strong as the first time I held my niece. If there is one person in this world that I would give my life for it is her.

By: Zoey
11-2000
(2-6-2000)