Who are we to decide one's fate?
Who are we to take a life before it truly begins?
We are the thieves who operate under flourescent lights.
We steal their first breath.
We won't allow their curious eyes to open.
We refuse to let them cry in this strange, new world.
They will never learn to speak or sing.
We make ourselves feel better by calling them mistakes.
We make amends by ignoring their silent cries.
The thieves are hard at work.
They pass on their warped beliefs to others.
The blood of the innocent is on their hands.
