Abortion Centres Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Abortion centres

Silent I, cared, listened to women far away
Three talked with the one, all hidden…
Feminists, abortion.

“And who cares? ” said laughing, carelessly
One of them, sounding young; editor, possibly.

Talk was of women’s job
Extreme; the Female-Focused Hub.

They conversed of the fights, of the rights;
Not of peace, but consent, abortion.

“And the men? ” asked anchor.
“Why should care? ” was answer.
“For ages they ruled us; it is time for changes…”

“What a talk! ” I wondered.
I am glad…I am glad…I am glad
Days are short, have no room for the fight.

She was tough: “My body…abortion is my right.”
Asked; answered: “and its life? ”; “So who cares? ”
Someone said: “is murder.” editor rudely laughed.

Hard was, the very last: “Centre for abortion.”
Explained: “it must be everywhere, each corner…”