Is someone getting the best of you.
If so whose getting the rest of you.
Maybe one day i’ll put rest to you.
Is there room in your chest for two.?
A bullet for life a bullet for death.
And hopefully the third will be your last breath.
Was death the best choice.
Should it be pro life over choice.
Who will be destined to voice.
Dont tell me a childs not worth the Rolls Royce.
They werent strong enough to survive.
so you ate them alive.
The most innocent form of life and you killed it.
You took out of its home and you grilled it.
why? Has life done you wrong?
Didn’t you have your chance to sing lifes song.
You know premature life has dreams too.
And premature brains have thoughts too.
And you know they’ll always be a part of you.
And even though you kill them they’ll never be apart from you.
And if you realize thats a second heart inside of you.
It’s beating until you sign the medical form.
And you walk in the clinic where babies are torn.
And as you sit in the chair you look at your tummy.
And you listen to his heart beat yell mommy.
And everything feels empty, and alone inside.
And you realize he was not just there for a ride.
You dont really know what you have till its gone.
So please listen to the message written in my song.

This poem was written/submitted by Aldo Penafiel.