a poem...

here's a poem a wrote a little while back, just kinda saying what i think--

Red brown yellow, black and white
those who never see the light
trapped inside their mothers womb
made for a birthplace, used as a tomb.
They could've touched so many hearts!
they lay in a pile, broken apart.
"A choice! Let the woman choose!" they cry,
who asked the child if it wanted to die?
A beating heart, hands, fingers, toes,
"part of the mother" they say, how can they not know?
"Freedom of speech" had they a chance to speak,
they would cry out against us, a nation so weak,
who amist all our vain pleasures and freedoms and charms,
would murder our children, not yet in our arms!

not the greatest, but as i said, that's what i think about it!