THE CRY FROM RAMAH

Jeremiah 31:15       Matthew 2:18

[ Please see NOTE at the end to learn about the origin of this poem ]

Oh, Rachel dear, have you heard the news that’s going round?

The slaughter of the innocents in this and every town.

They talk about the right to choose, it makes me shed a tear?

They’re killing unborn babies, a million more each year.

I dreamed of the Babe, Mary, Joseph down in Egypt Land,

They asked,”How is blessed U. S. of A., just how does it stand?“

Ah, ‘tis still greatly blessed but in the throes of decay,

Herod’s spawn has been set loose, what more can I say?

An industry of blood, they are feeling no more guilt or shame.

Mothers, Doctors, Judges, Press, seem to think it’s just a game.

How can there be a right to end those little lives so dear?

Insist there’s a higher law and you’re met with a sneer.

A woman’s right to choose trumps the child’s right to life. 

Gestation’s fruit, inconvenience, ended by a surgeon’s knife.

Once, there were laws against such dastardly deeds and crimes,

But misguided judges distort the law in these modern times.

There’s no sanctity of life; it’s written in the law, so they say. 

Can these laws be changed if we just vote, preach, and pray?

No, the needed change is in the darken hearts of man.

So we must spread the love of JESUS where ever we can.

“It’s a baby not a lump of clay.” Remember this as we vote.

And from the pulpits, we must proclaim what GOD has wrote.

Falling on our knees in love and faith, earnestly lifting up 

Those who feel they must drink from this bitter cup.

 

         Copyright © 2009/2026 Willie E. Weaver

NOTE:

THE ORGIN OF THE POEM

I once heard a rendition of the old Irish protest song, 

"The Wearing of the Green". It is seldom heard in these 
days of political correctness and is virtually outlawed
in the British Isles. 

I was intrigued enough to go to Google and read more 
about it.  It was written during the Irish fight for 
independence from England and became
the anthem of that movement.

For days after that, I could not get its catchy 
tune and biting words out of my head. 

Somewhere along the way, the phrase,

     "Oh Paddy dear, have you heard

      the news that's going round?

      The shamrock is forbid by law 

      to grow on Irish ground;...."

became,

     "Oh, Rachel dear, have you heard          

      the news that’s going round?

      The slaughter of the innocents 

       in this and every town..."

Over many weeks, other phrases began 

to fall into place.  It was not a pleasant process 

but I felt that I had to follow it to its conclusion. 

I often had to stop just to rest my emotions.

A presentation about CHOOSE LIFE at our church 
gave me the push to bring it to a conclusion.