A Bloody Teardrop
A drop of blood,
Tears in a flood.
Limbs torn apart,
A shattered little heart.
A knife in the back of the head,
Another child waking up dead.
Body parts everywhere,
More than one heart can bear.
Have the courage to see the vision,
From the first fatal incision.
Hidden in a room, another child falls,
Beyond time to tear down the walls.
Expose the evil for all to see,
Never, ever let it be.
What abortion clinics don’t want to seen,
The prolific American killing machine.
As I view our national disgrace,
A red tear drop down my face.