Adoption Is A Violation Poem by Chan Mongol

Adoption Is A Violation

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They used to trade Babies under Licenses,
Permitted by UNO and Governments for such offenses!
Not long ago, babies were commodities and goods,
A lucrative business of 'big families in rich hoods'.

Babies are fragile, tender and cannot talk;
Irrationally, internationally, evils had to mock!
I saw in JFK, Frankfurt, Dhaka airport Lobbies,
Not baskets of chickens but human Babies!

One can check, if got authority and rights;
Huge baby-trading by international incoming flights!
Why infant adoptions were not treated as worst violations?
I wonder why they permitted such brutal actions?

They used to trade Babies under Licenses,
Permitted by UNO and Governments for such offenses!
Not long ago, babies were commodities and goods;
A lucrative business of 'big families in rich hoods'.


Those babies were from war torn vicinities,
From Africa, from UNO recognized countries!
From Burma, islands of Yellow sea, from Korea, India;
From free countries like Bangladesh and Cambodia!

Adoption of human babies is still on, in low profile,
Strong documentations and none can complain and file!
It is for the financial and emotional amusements,
It is for Peak of pleasure of Clowns and Celebrities!

Adoption is a business and not a charity tale!
Someone gives birth for others to buy and sell!
This brutality is not to help the poor but for luxury,
For humanity, such a kidnapping is not necessary!

Those babies were from war torn vicinities,
From Africa, from UNO recognized countries!
From Burma, islands of Yellow sea, from Korea, India;
From free countries like Bangladesh and Cambodia!

Saturday, April 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: social injustice
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 23 December 2019

Babies! ! ! Moved from Country to another! ! Children; Ways of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kathy Van Kurin 13 December 2016

Chan Mongol, This is a situation of tender meaning. so many which hunger for their own baby to love and raise cannot yet in an imperfect world how many children are left without parents. What to do. No one said this world is perfect, just or always fair. We must live here. You are looking at this from a side which is difficult and heartbreaking. I do not know what to say...........................I appreciate your voice................Blessings, Kathy

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