Universal Of Mammalians Poem by shimon weinroth

we all spent time in a womb,
nurtured, we were told
it was a time of
pleasure and warmth

what if it's not true,
and the embryo,
fights for each moment,
against its mentor

for freedom
but dominated,
is forced to comply
or die

the pain of confinement
so great that,
we burst upon the world
with a cry of anguish

released, only to find
an enviroment more
complex
and often hostile

children of the womb
creatures of the physical
physiological and physics,
are endowed with a psyche

that questions and queries
where does the soul come from,
in whose image was I made,
for how long and where an I bound

if not me,
will the energy
of my thoughts
remain