I feel for the mother,who bares the labor pain,yet excited,
Her happiness, she spreads, out sprouted.
But, when she tells the daddy,
The Brutus, the baddy, remained angry.
For this news made him hate his wedlock,
Raising the coming girl, to him- worst than a firelock.
He didn't want a baby girl, wanted the fetus to die
Mommy was tensed, left lone, began to cry.
I feel for the girl fetus, just weeks old,
Through the mothers womb, feeling the warmth and cold.
The girl that rested within her mum,
Like a flower yet to blossom.
The soon developing eyes,
The pain of kicks, the feel of hunger and cries.
Waiting to enter this complex world,
Lying inside, waiting to see her dream world.
I feel for the cries of the girl,
A single threaded, lost pearl,
Soon, the unborn was alongside the angels now,
This was a forced abortion done somehow.
I cry against her tender heart that stopped.
For the hands that remain untouched.
For the eyes that couldn't see
and, for the sinful mother who painfully dumped her in the garden slurry.
--> SULAIMAN SAIT