Abortion Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Forgive me, my darling
I also have conspired
With them to kill you,
They all wanted your blood,
Your death, they all fear of
Your birth, your growth,

I have been beaten
I have been tortured
I have been forced
To give my consent
To enforce a death warrant
On you, my love,

I have been reasoning
I have been weeping
I have been fighting
For your life, for I had felt
Your palpitating soft blood
Running through my feeble veins,
But all efforts worthless
My motherhood all alone
Was defeated before
The well being of a cultured
Society, it gives permission
To sin but not in public,

I had been wih chained hands
No way out of my prison cell
I myself, with the others as well
Ones, who forced me
Had strongly believed that
They were the true guardians,

Their sins are respectable
And unquestionable
The tradition that they have
Worshiipped for their own benefit
like a flower basket on a
Well covered sewage pit,

I am one of the virgin mothers
Who tempted by a sincere embrace
For a wink of a second,
I was vulnerable,
Oh! Why their God had acted
In such a hurry in his so called
Graceful process of creation.