By Unknown Author
There were no balloons announcing It's a boy. No sounds of laughter, no tears of joy.
No little onesies marked zero to three. No warm blankets soft and fluffy.
It was a little past five when a little boy was born alive.
A botched abortion, an unwanted life.
Before the doctor could do what he needed to do the little guy had pushed his way through.
About the same time his mother came to with me still holding the baby, the doctor nudged me.
From the room down the hall far from there with me muzzling his cries so she would not hear.
The doctor grabbed a plastic tub and said, "Put him in here."
So I put him inside still covered in blood,
then I listened to the doctor tell her all went as planned.
I confirmed it with a smile and a pat on her hand.
It was after seven when she left to go home leaving the baby she would never know.
With medical attention, the baby would thrive...but protected by new law we just left him to die.
With the lid on the bin, we could still hear his cries
as we closed the door and turned off the lights.
We went home like we always did but if I could go back I would choose him instead.
The memories of him now burn in my head
like the next day when I found him lying there dead.
Like the fear on his face as he struggled to breathe;
how we looked the other way and showed him no mercy.
I'm not talking about a woman's choice.
I'm talking about a little infant who didn't have a voice.
I'm not talking about a woman's right but a tiny human beings life.
I am talking about an infant, not quite a day old with big round eyes and his mother's nose.
With ten little fingers and ten perfect toes.
With a head full of hair that curled around his ears and chubby little cheeks wet with tears.
He was never given a name he was never measured or weighed.
He died sometime in the night scared and alone and too weak to fight.
Because unwanted babies have no rights.
This happens more often then they want you to know
and former employees will tell you it's so.
If this doesn't bother you and you think it's okay,
then keep doing what you've been doing and look the other way.
But if you think life should come before choice
then stand up and fight. Lift up your voice!
Innocent blood has now covered this land leaving us all with red-stained hands.
The Lord wills that it will end.
Even now mountains are moving at His command.
We have the choice to choose where to stand.
I choose to be under the protection rather than the wrath of His hand.
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This is a You Tube link of the Van Marin radio show where he has guest Jill Stanek who was a registered nurse in Illinois in 1999, when she witnessed babies being born alive and left to die after failed abortions. She blew the whistle on this barbaric practice.
