Precious Tears

What's becoming of this world,
where's the love and care?
Can you see it in their eyes
love needed and love to share?
Lonliness parades their hearts
reaching for love unknown,
So helpless and needy,
forsaken and alone.
Can you hear their cries?
Can you feel their pain?
I speak of their memory,
a blessing in vain.
Never will they know love,
not even a breath of air.
Never to behold a smile,
never to be seen anywhere.
Why must this be?
Precious life ended before it began,
Can you see their eyes, their little feet
chubby cheeks and little hands.
Where is the love? Where is the care?

for sweet little ones broken and torn,
never to grasp mom's finger, never to giggle,
never to play and never born.
A realm of corruption beholds mankind,
deciding who lives and who dies.
Millions upon millions stripped of life,
can you feel their tears and hear their cries.
Echos of their little hearts pierce my soul,
rejected lives, unlived years,
I hear their cries,
I feel their tears.

Dedicated to the precious aborted babies,
Jeffrey B. Quante IV
December 22, 1999