Tiny: Still Born

Tiny souls floating endlessly
As would be angels in our galaxy
But everyday we add willingly to their stars
As we sculpt a culture with a gray moral pride

Still born... tiny
Half collapsed lung
Surgically inflated diaphragm
Prayers for life abundantly
Amidst this decrepit culture
Parents of a new life still worry

Tiny hands cupping infinite tears
For those who cannot choose life
While in the next room parents cry
Given over the fate of the unknown to tragedy

Tiny born... still
Dreams of motherhood
Robin was an accidental angel
Accepted by a surrogate family
Life extinguished not today
A true miracle of humanity

Tiny born... still
Prejudice against possibility
David was an angel murdered
A victim of toxic injections
Against choice against will
Freedom of choice it seems
Is a decree against itself
Inflicted by the ruling party
Against a helpless life