No one ever consoles,
Unborn babes forgotten souls,
Lost in fates eternal chasm,
Victims of life lust post orgasm,
Drifting in hell, nameless, screams,
Fill the darkness of mother dreams.
Plucked from a promise of,
Life’s long rage,
A common method,
An uncaring age,
Rip and tear, the bloody rain,
Pours forth across the spirit plain.
No little dresses,
No sweet caresses,
No bucket and spade in the midday sun,
“Oh Lord” “Oh Lord,
What have we done?