Oskar Hansen

A Prince Is Born - Poem by Oskar Hansen

A boy baby was born this morn, no not in Bethlehem
or the east end, but in the heart of a land that loves
royals. So what the big deal babies are born; mothers
give birth to them every day, but this is different
the woman who gave birth to is a royal highness and
for a brief moment we realized she has a vagina too.
The baby born is a prince, with a silver spoon in his
mouth, which will give him a speech impediment
when becomes a king. How are the strange people who
wave flags and appear to have witnessed a miracle?
A child was born, not in Bethlehem, this morning, in
the working class estate Somewhere Else. The mother
has no cot or pram for the child, he was born with
a wooden spoon in his mouth and unless he gets rid
rid of that spoon he will amount to nothing in life
except a life of petty crime, or a soldier be who fight
useless wars for the establishment.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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