October 8, 2021

My Journey to God

Forever Young, Forever Dead

I could be you,
Forever dead, baby blue.
You will be forever young,
A song that was never sung.
The civil rights movement of today,
In your execution you had no say.
Two people enter the Planned Parenthood door,
One soon to be forever no more.
Forever damaged, the other one,
Having taken the life of a daughter or a son.
A nation divided over this holocaust,
Millions of children forever lost.
More groans and tears need be prayed,
As America continues to fade.

By Terry McDermott
 

(Terry McDermott is a reader of The Criterion who lives in Rancho Santa Margarita, Calif.) †

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