We speak out for the vulnerable.
We stand up for the voiceless.
We hate injustice and are angered by it.
We believe that the weak must be helped.
We make provision for those who can’t provide for themselves.
We believe in support for the disabled and the disordered.
And yet we kill, clinically and surgically,
Our own children, when they are most vulnerable,
When they can’t defend themselves
Or express their needs.
We kill our young because we can’t manage,
Or manage to fit them into our lifestyle.
We kill because it’s not the right time for us,
Even if it’s the right time for them.
We kill because they are physically or mentally weak,
Or because they have more chromosomes than us.
We decide that a short life lived is worse
Than no life at all.
We decide there is a quality of life,
And yet deny some the chance to experience it
Because it doesn’t match our own.
When we speak out for the vulnerable, we are judgmental.
When we stand up for the voiceless, we are irrational.
When we hate injustice and are angered by it, we are emotional.
When we believe that the weak must be helped, we are unscientific.
When we make provision for those who can’t provide for themselves, we are denying rights.
When we believe in support for the disabled and the disordered, we are cruel.
I may be all those things, yet for the vulnerable, I will speak.