"A Tune and a Tear" for the Massacred millions of innocents in wombs

A Tune and a Tear by Gloria Poole,R.N and artist original poem/to be made into song someday:
A Tune and a Tear by Gloria Poole,R.N and artist
Created on Jun 1, 2009 11:43 am PDT
Last update on Jun 1, 2009 11:43 am PDT
Copied from my original on 6-Jan-2011 in Missouri [central time] to repost to remind nation of priorities
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Author: Gloria Poole
Publication name: A Tune and a Tear

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A Tune and A Tear
by Gloria Poole, R.N.

Simmering Rage
catching up to me,
fueled by,
stone-walling.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

Heads stuck in sand,
pretending not to see,
ba-bies in pieces,
Stone-walling!
Stone-Walling!

How could people
be so blind?
so as not to see
the agony
of shredded flesh?

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

A Tune and a Tear,
consumes my thoughts,
until in-fin-i-ty;

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

A tear is not
enough for me,
the tune reverberates;

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

People move around,
along the Mall,
walking,
and talking,
incessant-ly.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

They seem to be
alive and free,
but yet they are in
chains.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

They call it 'choice'
when what they mean,
is horror,
grim and vile.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

A Tune and a Tear,
rises up in me;
a sadness,
overwhelming.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

They shop
and buy,
and eat,
and laugh,
while blood flows,
down the drain.

Stone-walling!
Stone-Walling!

Their hearts are hard,
their souls are dead,
their eyes just
cannot see.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

The tiny parts
the tiny feet,
hands a half
inch big.
chopped with cleavers,
smeared on slides.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

The tears flow
freely,
down my face,
the agony of grief,
for unnamed
children of the world.

Stone-walling!
Stone-walling!

The nation's dead,
the future's gone,
poured down the
drain,
as 'choice'.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-walling!

The 'leaders' stall,
and prance about,
making foolish speeches,
with blinders on.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-walling!

They talk about
$900B,
or is only $8?
their utter
vacancy of minds!

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

While babies die,
day in and out,
slaughtered,
merciless-ly.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

Like Puppets
worked,
with strings,
and mime.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

Phony people!
plastic hearts,
no love,
for anyone.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

They shop
and buy,
and eat and laugh,
and say,
don't talk to me,

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

Don't tell me
'bout the blood
or the pain
of the ba-by.

Call it 'choice'
then pretend,
the life
wasn't meant to be.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

My tears flow down,
all over me,
til hysteria,
seems near.

Stone-Walling,
doesn't work
for me;
tsunami grief
engulfs.

Millions of innocents
were killed,
and never
even named.

Their blood poured
out,
their flesh ripped up,
on altars of
false gods.

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

How could this be,
considered 'right",
when it is so
very wrong?

Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!

A tune and tear,
began this song,
to spread
the agony;
til hearts break,
and vows are made,
to overcome;
the stone-walled hearts,
and open blinded eyes.

There cannot be
such a 'choice'
you see;
evil must
not win.

Rout the devil;
save the lives,
of tiny human ones;
lock away
bad people please,
outside the
city gates,
end the scourge,
stop the plagues,
wel-come
human life.

Have tears of joy,
and tunes of love,
and celebrate
human life.

Feel the joy
of babies' toothless grins;
see them learn
to crawl,
and walk,
and hear them
say your name.


And know a mother's love,
as your tiny one,
grasps your finger,
and recognizes
your face.

Accept the love,
a baby brings,
into your desperate life,
accept the gift that
GOD gives to you,
when sperm meets egg,
in you;

Don't turn away,
from greatest challenge,
you will ever know,
to raise a thriving
child,
there is no greater love,
than this;
no greater gift
at all,
than human
embodiment of life.

Spirit in the flesh,
the ultimate gift,
of life;
that flows with
sperm into the egg,
a man,
and woman's love;
sealed in flesh.

Connecting the past,
and future for you,
for commun-i-ty
and country too.
Your greatest gift,
you have to give,
is reproducing you.

Seeing your future,
teaching your progeny,
to love THE LORD,
and enjoy life;
Embrace life;
tear down the wall,
be the shining light.

Say NO to 'choice'
and yes to life;
and NO to misery.

Shed your tears at
grad-ua-tions,
weddings,
laugh,
and live,
and love.

Celebrate.
Embrace in married love.
Choose Life,
give birth to life.

Reject 'choice';
don't kill.

4:11 PM 2/7/2009
Also published on google docs at at
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dcvgckh7_10g864v2c9 /
10:17 PM 3/14/2009
Update on 7/Jan/2010 @11:04am after reading the news today.
I noticed the NY Times, CNN and Yahoo news all immediately [within 30 minutes of me posting this yesterday] ran articles about how tears of a woman turn
off a man's desire. I think it is safe to assume that article was a propaganda piece paid for by Planned Parenthood killing machinery, to try to prevent women from reading this poem. I am a woman, and I am telling you, I have known personally at least one man that NOTHING turned off his libido--not me being dressed in yard work clothes with dirt on me literally,, or with oil paint in my hair and clothes, or even vehemently protesting because of circumstances of being on a speed boat on a very public lake. The argument that women crying turn off a man is an effort by those who kill to try to persuade women not to cry for their children, or cry because they want children, or cry from frustration [maybe he's the problem and not her? physical differences in men 's bodies and women's truth or consequences reality]. My point is that I would not put too much stock in any paid propaganda piece from organizations that kill for money, when assessing a relationship I had/have with a man, if I were you. My grandmother always said 'consider the source' before deciding whether to heed the advice.
Gloria Poole,RN; @home in Missouri

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Name: words.that.work /a/ gmail or gloriapoole /at/ gmail