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david kush

Rookie - 444 Points (December 24 / south bend indiana)

Cry of the Unborn


You felt the pleasure of my conception
Did you feel the pain of my demise
Could you not feel me deep inside you
Oh how safe I felt inside
Why did you have to end my life
Did I do something wrong
What a life I could of had
If only you would of let me live
To be held in someone else's arms

Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009
Edited: Friday, October 17, 2014

Topic of this poem: life


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  • Veteran Poet - 3,398 Points Savita Tyagi (6/16/2012 7:14:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. I hope it awakens the sensitivity to wards unborn life that has been crushed under the weight of lives alive. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,715 Points Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (1/20/2010 7:38:00 AM)

    short and sweet, David.
    You have clearly managed to tell the abortionist parent that they better allow the birth and give the child for adoption.After all, so many couples are childless and longing for a child for long. Good work.God bless you too.
    reg,
    dr john celes (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Darren Woods (1/17/2010 6:20:00 PM)

    wow - I gave this a ten! ! ! ! - wish I had wrote this! ! ! !
    this has hit home to me and means something to me - I wont go into it here! ! !

    brilliant.! (Report) Reply

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