Little child, little child
Asleep in mommy's womb,
What waits for you
On the day you will be born?
Lots of good things and bad things
Werewolves, she-bears and men sharks,
Rain through roof holes seeping,
Screams when the alleys get dark.
Aha!
Cursed fate for lissome lasses
Daddy-uncles give you,
Diet Coke with bitter taste
And when you wake up naked
Aching, in a dark room. Look!
Somebody's snoring beside you.
If not in the flesh-blood mill,
Where else would you go, dear?
Reason for writing:
Originally, i wrote an essay about abortion. .But when I edited it,
I saw that the message would have greter impact if written
in poetry form.
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