Love can be the best thing,
Beneficial to mankind,
But it can also be a hinderance,
Because some evil is combined.
Life can be the best thing,
Needed for mankind,
It is danger when they mingle,
They should never ever bind.
There was a young woman,
She had a younger son,
He was diagnosed with downs syndrome,
The young woman was stunned,
Later that night when the boy was asleep,
She crept in on her tiptoes,
She went up to the boy, and with no second thought,
cruelly smothered him with a pillow.
Some would say it was the best thing to do,
The boy would have no life,
Others would say its terrible,
He had a right to survive.
The woman did it out of love,
But some evil was involved,
Love and life should never mingle,
Disaster could evolve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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