Naked among wolves

The eerie gallow awaits
though the hoardes can't see
the folly of their crusade
towards the voice of piety.
In the dock is innocence
but the self entitled shout
feminine choice and freedom
the raucous mob is out.
The seed of life's great glories
is trampled in the dirt
vicariously it must suffer
the wrath of misguided hurt.
The caustic political opportune
the odious media scorn
has roused the infantile rabble
against the cause of the unborn.
The age of self indulgence
brings it's toxic tide
nothing valued or sacred
within this cruel divide.