Three Abortion Carols

Away in a basin,
No crib for its head,
A little lost fetus
Asleep with the dead;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down where it died,
The little lost fetus,
A choice feticide.

Away with the remnants,
The parts never born,
A little lost fetus,
Apart and forlorn;
Away with the pieces,
Just surgical waste;
A little lost fetus
Aborted in haste.

Away with its body,
Away with its care;
A little lost fetus
Without hope or prayer;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down on the choice,
A little lost fetus,
Without any voice.

O little child unwanted and
Aborted by its mom,
Not stirring in its dreamless sleep
As empty words becalm;
For by such deathly silence
That once was human life,
One ends its fears through all the years
With forceps and a knife.

For woman born of humankind
Will end a human life,
While millions sleep, some angels keep
Their dirge for human strife;
So many deaths together
Proclaim a holocaust,
While praises mixed with politics
Urge death to millions, lost.

Aborted child by politics,
Forgive this world, we pray;
Cast out such sin and enter in,
Be born is us today.
There calls a still, small voice
To make glad tidings tell;
There is a choice when we rejoice
Each child with us to dwell.

Silent child, wholly defiled,
Just a life so reviled.
Politicians support this dread act,
From one to millions, numerical fact.
Sleep, not come to birth.
Sleep, not come to birth.

Silent rite, never contrite,
Clinic rooms expedite
Medical treatment to excise a child,
Doctor and mother to death reconciled.
Sleep in hideous peace.
Sleep in hideous peace

Silently, surgery,
D and C, recovery
For the mother by death beguiled,
Not for her infant, not ever a child.
Sleep in permanent peace.
Sleep in permanent peace.