Broken pieces of children Who will hear their cry? Amongst the discarded rubbish lie Our arms, our legs. Our bits of head. Please hear our silent cry. I did not ask to be conceived, But I was God’s gift to you, I wanted to be held by a mother, A mother who was you. God gave me arms and a special smile, And created me just like you. My father’s hair, My mother’s eyes Inside your womb I grew. Inside the womb I could not walk, Yet legs my body grew, God gave me legs, So that I could walk The journey of life like you You didn’t choose for me to live. And so I never uttered a single cry, And never had the chance to ask you why. I never saw the bright blue sky Or played with a skipping rope. Please read these words And think of me So others may have hope. Choose life.