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The Sanctity of Life

by Tom Chapman © 2014

Oh God, how far is man allowed to go
Before your sovereign hand shall call a halt?
When shall his cup be filled with evil fault,
And then its brim, with blood, shall overflow?
Infanticide? Abortion is the name
For such a course of self expedience.
A thrill without the inconvenience.
Society now seldom sees the shame.
To kill is an indictable offence.
Yet life, when still confined within the womb,
With conscience free, consign it to the tomb?
But life is life, so where’s the moral sense?
Your holiness has long now been ignored,
But man has yet to answer to you, Lord.

This poem was a finalist in the February 2018 poetry contest

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