Hello, my name is Legion
And I speak for all killed in the womb;
Though we have all the traits of personhood,
We usually are not accorded a tomb!
Though we were killed and treated as refuse,
We could have had much the world to offer!
Our millions of lives were snuffed out so
Our contributions we can never proffer!
We ‘being dead yet speak’
And plead for those awaiting killing;
By means of this communication,
I trust the import of the message is chilling!
I have been a functioning person
Since an egg and sperm were unified,
I have a heart that is beating,
Preparing for a life outside.
I had hoped to see the light of day,
But my time has been cut short,
I am just a heartbeat from death;
My mum was convinced to abort!
I am suffering from excruciating pain,
And I cannot defend myself.
“No man cares for my soul”; (Ps. 142:4)
Will anyone hear my cry for help?
I have no way to communicate
And no one to listen if I did!
But God still has the last word
As my innocent life in Him is hid!
C. R. Solomon
