Givin’ It a Think

Someday we’ll look down upon baby killing By abortion the same way we now look upon slavery. O what wicked, child-murdering knavery! Got no room in your house or your heart? Gonna treat that baby worse than a fart? What sickos we easily become Listening to that “freedom” refrain! Your decadence can be a real menace; That’s why the Lord put up a fence For us humans so we could know What is good for life to help us grow. The time is coming; the brain will be revived; Yeah, those babies in the womb are alive! (In the morn I give it a think And almost with a simple wink A song and poem come to mind; It’s up and back to the grind. Got to pen those thoughts right now! Can’t let ’em fly away somehow! So, thank God for a pen and some ink; Those little tools help us to think And to put those thoughts to the pen; Then back to prayin’ and thinkin’ again.)

A.m. on 19 Feb., 2023