Most precious, we can bet,
Of all the gifts in life we get,
That money can't buy,
Are children doubtlessly -our wealth, and yet
We fret, with discontent till we die!
God gives us children free,
-All living dolls to rear and see,
Bestow immense love,
And nurture them much more than any tree
To yield good fruits as per God's Will, wow!
Nevertheless, we kill,
Our healthy babies in womb still,
With excuses lame,
Inviting wrath of man and God until
We leave the earth -what a mighty shame!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-07-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem