Taking Without Giving

Tiny hands and a tiny face
By the mom;she will erase.
Not knowing the life on earth
Killed at the very site of birth.

Have we made the right choice?
Defending itself without a voice.
Maybe the mother made a mistake,
But is it our choice for a life to take?

Like waves erode the sandy shore,
From the womb the baby tore.
Only a few weeks its had to live,
Missing out on the joy it can give.

One baby's blessed, another cursed,
Why does the life of a tree come first?
Although the baby doesn't have the strength to fight,
You're telling me what used to be wrong is now right?