If Left To Think For Oneself. - Poem by Tom Higgins
The seed of the Jewish man,
Swims frantically towards its goal,
To be united with that Muslim egg,
To unite in the creation of a soul,
A human child that is the same,
As any other on the Earth,
Until it is born, when begins the daft game,
From the moment of its birth.
This child is a Muslim says the mother,
No it is a Jew says the dad,
If the child had a say would it not think of other,
Than these two choices, both sad?
Tom Higgins 06/12/2012
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