Mighty roaring thunder feet Tread upon the sky Tear doth fall from Heaven Little Angels forced to die Silver blade of mindless men Horrendous boastful bore Little heart doth stop its beat As blood drips upon the floor Ripped and torn from Mother's womb Fallen Angels of the deep Little soul flung forth Precious Angels, small and meek Saintly Angels yet unborn Sound your battle cry Universal, stand as one Bright of light, oh sacred eye Mighty roaring thunder feet Tread upon the sky Tear doth fall from Heaven Little Angels forced to die This poem was given by God to a dear Christian lady who agonizes in tears every day for the innocent little ones destroyed by this evil plague that grips our nation. She calls for everyone to see this sin for what it really is. MURDER! 4,000 a day! When is Enough? 45 Million and still Counting. There is no evil intent in showing these photos. There is no hope now for the four thousand a day who have been murdered every day since Satan had his way with our congress in 1973. But 42 million innocent babies need someone to stop this ongoing holocaust, so that others may get a chance to live. Call it what you may, God calls it murder and He said "Thou shalt not kill" (6th Commandment). For additional commentary, please read MORE and please be a voice against this evil practice.