Abort Not

Each man knows his allotted worth, The three score years and ten; Yet few were those who survived at birth Through the ignorance of men. They called it the Dark Ages, When life expectancy was short; In statistics that they calculate Were the lives snuffed at the start. Through the annals of an enlightened age There march a million strong, The children who are slaughtered Before they can be born. Was life expectancy less great When accident stilled the voice Than when the deaths mount in a land Where parents kill by choice. The politicians who passed the pro-abortion law were about thirty years too late. Thirty years sooner that law could have slaughtered the voters who put them in office.