Tiny footprints travel time,
Leaving spattered blood a sign,
Of potential crushed before,
Little feet could touch the floor.
Little ears will never hear,
Parents tell them they are dear.
People swallow all the lies.
Say these babies aren’t alive.
Tiny hands can touch the heart,
Asking people do their part,
Begging that the war be fought,
Truth of human life be taught.
Little eyes will never see,
For the world won’t pay the fee,
Sacrifice themselves for these,
Little ones who have a need.
Little lives have been snuffed out,
Silenced voices raise the shout,
Asking no more lives be torn,
Let these little lives be born.
(Copyright 2013 by Leah E. Good)
Leah E. Good 
So sad but true.
Wow. You have a gift my friend…
This is amazing. God bless you for using your talent to His glory and speaking for those who cannot.
What an amazing poem. Thank you for sharing.
I don’t know if you are familiar with the organization Save the Storks. They have buses that they park at abortion clinics and provide mothers with free ultrasounds, as well as sharing the gospel with them. Their website is http://savethestorks.com/.
Thanks for the link. I’ve heard of them before, but I’m not too familiar with their ministry. Sounds good!