The sacred dream
Is ended in the silent scream.
The breath of life Is stifled by the surgeon's knife.
A holocaust inevitably comes
To those who place themselves too high,
To those who teach themselves the lie
That life and death is in their hands--
Mere men! too small to understand
The truth, the value of one soul.
And so their "wisdom" takes it's toll
In infants shattered on the rock--
Such pain! And yet it does not shock
Our hardened hearts, our souls of ash:
We throw their bodies in the trash
And tell ourselves, "It's for the best."
And that is how we treat the rest--
The useless crippled, and the old.
With every death our heart grows cold
'Til someone puts us in our tomb.
The gift of God comes in a maiden's womb.
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