Wonderfully Touching Poem About Abortion Visit Our "ProLife Section" "BALLAD OF THE UNBORN" by Fay Clayton My shining feet will never run On early morning lawn; My feet were crushed before they had A chance to greet the dawn. My fingers now will never stretch To touch the winning tape; My race was done before I learned The smallest steps to take. My growing height will never be Recorded on the wall; My growth was stopped when I was still Unseen, and very small. My lips and tongue will never taste The good fruits of the earth; For I myself was judged to be A fruit of little worth. My eyes will never scan the sky For my high-flying kite; For when still blind, destroyed were they In the black womb of night. I'll never stand upon a hill Spring's winds in my hair; Aborted winds of thought closed in On motherhood's despair. I'll never walk the shores of life, Or know the tides of time; For I was coming, but unloved; And that my only crime. Nameless am I, a grain of sand, One of the countless dead; But the deed that made me ashen grey Floats on seas of red. (God help us! About 50 MILLION babies butchered, & continuing!)