With the dawn of a new administration in American government, came the thunderous sound of the ripping apart of the fabric of American justice for the most vulnerable, her unborn babies and sex trafficked children. With the stroke of a pen, the fate of millions more unborn children around the world would be sealed by a heartless administration bent on appeasing their appetites for power and financial greed, the swollen greed of an unsatiated appetite for the blood of innocence.
Stollen away from their families by whoremongering elitist, little ones cower in corners and under beds, whimpering in fear, their cries heard only by the blood-stained walls that imprison them. Confused and depleted of hope, they wait silently for death to come to them and carry them away to a place of peace.
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Tiny hands grasp the umbilical cord that tethers them to life within the quiet of their mother's womb. Nothing can prepare them for what lies ahead. Nothing.
In a rage of dark fury, their tiny limbs will soon be ripped from their bodies like a toy doll in the frothing mouth of a ravenous dog. Blood will spill out into the liquid life embracing them, while their silent screams are muffled by the sounds of suction machines and mocking laughter; tiny eyeballs escape the mass of body parts and roll across the bloodied floor.
"I pray you'll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer
When we lose our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe"
"Let this be our prayer
Just like every child
Needs to find a place
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe"
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Extracts from The Prayer lyrics are compliments of the following:
Carol Bayer Sager
David Foster
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Photos are compliments of the following:
ed_davad/Pixabay
weinstock/Pixabay
