Abortion Picketing Poem by Isaac 'slimx'

It was like a vision upon my head,

I was before a throne I’ve never seen,

faraway in a place still unknown,

with changing faces, silently waiting,

they were all in a single file,

before the seat of the Majestic One,

recounting stories coded to my ears,

then I was beckoned to arise,

for I laid prostrated as dead,

I was overwhelmed by his presence,

His voice then roared like the turbulent sea

and thundered like the might ocean,

and my ears were open at his command,

I was then called up to approach the place,

where His messenger was about to proclaim,

the hidden destinies of the deportees.



As he began to read aloud from the book,

my heart rose and fell like the sea,

and the spirit melted within me,

for as they passed by,

I heard with a clear voice,

‘this one was to write that book,

humanity needed to read’

then I saw another one filed past,

and the messenger read aloud,

‘his place was among them,

the sons of men that would

find a cure to diseases,

sicknesses and affliction

plaguing your generation’

and then the one that was to bring

peace to earth, and quench all

for weapons of segregation,

wept as he passed.

Then one that would have been,

the seed of prosperity to humanity.



I began to weep and wail,

for my heart ached for humanity,

for all we were and have been missing,

then did the messenger proclaim again,

the next souls destiny as he approached,

and immediately I stopped crying,

for this one would have killed and maimed,

he alone would have destroyed millions,

with his unimaginable weapon of war,

then came the son of injustice and oppression,

he would have perpetuated so much abomination,

the eyes of the sons of men have never seen,

following was the one that would have a voice,

the one that would have sang like an angel,

and at his heel was the seed of a demon,

a real demon incarnate,

that would have sowed so much hatred and bitterness.

Their destinies with their places,

kept changing with their faces,

and their responsibilities were all unique,

as the roll call went on and I realized that,

some would have been priests,

and some would have been serial rapist and killers,

some would have been teachers,

and some would have been pupils,

some would have been pianists,

and some would have been saxophonists.

Some would have been drugs and gun runners,

some would have been athletes,

and some law enforcement officers,

some would have ended up on death row,

still some would have been racists.



Some wouldn’t pay their child support,

still some would have spent their days on the street,

some would have been astronauts,

and some would have been pilots,

some would have been engineers,

and some garbage men,

some would have been the cleaning ladies.

Some would have made millions,

while some would die in the garlic bread race,

and some would have been robbers,

some would have been terrorists,

and some would have been hackers.

Some to the extreme of wickedness,

and some to the middle abomination,

some to the top of freedom,

and some to the centre of equality

some would have been to the left of lies,

and some to the right of meekness,

some would have fought for envy,

and some, all for the peace of confusion.



Some would have been in the hall of fame of extortion,

and some unknown in the city of loyalty,

some would have been addicts of mercies,

and some would have been the light of materialism,

some would have perpetuated envy,

and some would never have stood up for brotherhood.

Some would have hated their Maker,

and some would have cursed their mothers,

some would have mourned for the demise of fairness,

and some would have traded joy for imperialism.

Then did the Majestic One raised His hands,

and the one that read from the scroll paused,

for what seemed like a time and half a time.



I was asked by Him that sat upon the throne,

‘What do you think son of man,

tell me your opinion about these deportees,

say your mind concerning their route back to immortality? ’

I fell face down and prostrated again as if dead,

but He touched and revived my spirit,

at this, I cried out with a loud voice,

Thou knoweth Majestic One,

Thou knoweth Knowing One,

for this is beyond my pay grade Ancient One.

I woke and realized it was a vision,

my body filled with perspiration,

but without a grain of inspiration in my soul,

then did I asked myself,

sincerely without any hypocrisy,

how would the earth have faired?

how would the sons of men have faired,

if all the deportees ever landed and were not aborted,

will we have faired better or worst?

will we have found more love than hatred?

could the righteous have been able to counter balance,

and cancel out the wicked?

Is humanity biting the finger of God that is feeding them?

or just doing the will of the devil here on earth,

as it is done in heavenly places?

does man have the right to remove and subtract the chord of addition?

does he have the right to terminate and divide the seed of multiplication?

or is it a case of using your God given mind to decide what’s best for you?

Then I heard a voice like the voice of my street neighbor,

proclaiming loud from a not too far joint,

‘Abortion may be murder,

but it is not a right to be born’.



As I walked down the street of reality,

and wandered in the real world avenue,

I saw the two sides fighting and picketing,

some for and some against,

but there was a line neither side could pass over,

a line thin but unbreakable,

so strong like a three-fold chord,

a line the ravenous vultures called judgment

as they flew by.



For in between these two sides was a judgment,

judgment neither side could claim.

But as for me and my house,

I will hold my peace and still not sit on the fence,

but will wait the counsel of the Most High,

still, for the time being repeating the line that,

‘Abortion maybe murder,

but it is not a right to be born’.



Isaac Slimx

July 2009