As slugs of cold flesh

They'll come to our world

Embryos doomed at conception

No mother is going to hold

Birth to them will be

An unknown experience

Bastard's room and abortion

Make the difference

So warm inside

No place to hide

Mistaken conception

Maternal rejection



Parents now become

Partners into guilt

As their unborn children

Are thrown away like filth

Doctor represents

The cold hand of death

Who kills unborn children

Upon the face of earth



A spark of life

That never ignites

A seed picked by vultures

That are dressed in white



A murderer by law

Who kills to make a living

The stupid bastard's job

Is taking instead of giving

Before they see the light

Their life meets rejection

Abortive children

The dead upon conception.