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Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are taught. Noxious sex in kindergarten.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children do not know, A warm home, and love.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are left alone, For hours at a time . . . maybe . . . with a dog.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are pining, And grieving, as only children can.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are offered, For an egg, a scorpion.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are offered, For a fish, a serpent.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are less important, Than moneymaking.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are offered, For a piece of bread, a stone.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are harmed, And carried away in death.
Our fertile fields are dry and chilled, Our beautiful children are no longer, Our beautiful children with us.
The snow job of lies and murder, Is falling silently over our bleak and wasted, Fields of empty life and children. Famine . . . Famine . . . Famine.
Dear Reader,
I wrote this in February of 1985, when our nation’s life’s blood was gushing from us on the abortionists table at the rate of 1,500,000 babies a year. The hemorrhaging is still going on today unchecked and paid for by our taxes. We will not be a strong nation much longer if the killing of our babies persists. Not the loss of our jobs to a foreign country, or the changing of our good environment to a wasteland will do us in, but this legal voluntary self-inflicted genocide will. These smart-now aborting women, if they live long enough, will need their murdered broken babies that they voluntarily killed while helpless in their wombs. Because of this national sin, the womb is closed. This generation ends in many ways. Our future is aborted.
I leave you praying and I love you.
Estella M. M cGhee-Siehoff
© Estella
M. M cGhee-Siehoff
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