Her clan swarms to party the day,
Cheers! she is in the family way.
Puddings and pastries fill her tray,
Softly she says hip hip hurray!
The day comes like a thundercloud,
Her kith and kin are no more proud.
For she bears an embryo unallowed,
A birth that will end under a shroud.
She will have rosy cheeks and a little chin,
So what? we won’t let her life begin.
She will do us proud, earn wings and win,
No, she is a burden, bringing pain and sin.
Words descend like pricks and stings,
She writhes on the bed and lowly sings,
A trite little verse for the unborn wings,
Apologizing for the heinous things.
She twitches and turns out of dying pain,
Little angel, she drowns in the void in vain.
Women, they think, put an extrinsic strain,
On humanity which is simple and plain.
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Lovely piece of poetry depicting murder by mother. It's very ironic that what some people are earnestly praying for day and night, some other people abhor so much. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with beautiful and unique rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.