Who’s Crys Louder—The Unborn or the Unheard?
Let’s talk souls—not the haunted kind, but the womb-fresh, divine-USB variety. If you believe every foetus comes pre-installed, great. But have you fed the ones already here, in nappies and existential dread? Reboot your empathy router.
For some, the case against abortion is based (in most part) on the belief/faith that the unborn child has a soul. It is to these people I speak first.
The notion that a child in the womb has a soul – this is certainly debatable. And the view that you choose then dictates your action and inaction. I have no issue with that. A person who believes in the soulful unborn reacts to the outrage at abortion being allowed. Many with zeal. For them, it is a noble cause.
But what of the children already born, already here, dying so young of poverty and illness? Where is your outrage for them? You can have no doubt they have this soul you speak so highly of. They have already tasted life, looked into the eyes of someone, wondered, smelt their mother, tasted milk, wondered … well most of them at least.
So how can those who are not of your persuasion take you seriously on this ’soul’ thing when they know that those barely living definitely must have a soul as well? Yet you commit your troops to the souls unborn before the souls hungry-yet-born have all been saved. I would suggest that your faith is skewed. I would advise you to rethink your position.
So next time you save a tree, cool a globe, warm a heart, give blood, take time, win something, lose something, score a try, try and score, bench-press a fridge, or French-kiss a bridge—whatever your flavor of virtue—consider feeding the born-but-hungry as part of the festivities. Maybe $5 → PayPal → World Vision. Practise that a few times. Like a dance move. Like a liturgy. So when you next celebrate, you’re not just clinking glasses—you’re clinking consciences.
Harry is a recovering satirist, part-time philosopher, and metadata tinkerer. His archive spans two decades of metaphysical mischief, theological punchlines, and poetic nonsense. He believes in satire’s transformative power, the elegance of expressive metadata, and recursion—once writing a poem that never ended and a script that crashed browsers.




This piece is a bold, satirical sermon — part ethical provocation, part poetic challenge. It doesn’t shy away from controversy, but instead reframes the abortion debate through a lens of moral consistency and practical compassion. The rhetorical pivot from unborn souls to born-yet-hungry ones is sharp, and the closing call to action is both cheeky and sincere.
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