All the Ghosts That Haunt Our Days
O, dear baby, if you were mine,
I’d dress you in silk and satin so fine.
O, dear mother, I once was thine.
You would never dress me coarse or fine.
The coldest earth it was my bed.
The green grass was my coverlet.
Today, as last Sunday, we remember the 40 million murdered children who’ve died since Roe v Wade went
into effect. The decision was sad and horrible. But more sad and horrible is the fact that each of those children died because someone — several someones — decided to kill them.
May God forgive the sins of our country, the richest, most powerful, and most free on Earth.