On this one quiet night
A new soul was born
Two halves of a cell
Unite as one whole
But for this little life
Creation wasn’t planned
And is now no better than an illness
In the way of someone’s life
It’s only a group of cells.
A sucking little parasite,
That inevitably infects
Some who seek lustful pleasure.
Why not kill it the way you would a disease.
This earths over crowded anyway.
But what if
That innocent little life,
Grew up to be famous,
Grew up to save a life?
What if he was the one,
To rid the world of pain?
What if he could change the world,
In one unknowing act of courage?
What if he was the brother of Jesus?
Is abortion really the answer?
Is murdering the innocent
Now the way of simple lives?
While inmates live in luxury hotels,
For murdering innocents out on the streets.
If so, what is left to live for
In this hell we call life?
It’s only a group of cells.
A sucking little parasite,
That inevitably infects
Some who seek lustful pleasure.
Why not kill it the way you would a disease.
This earths over crowded anyway.
But what if
That innocent little life,
Grew up to be famous,
Grew up to save a life?
What if he was the one,
To rid the world of pain?
What if he could change the world,
In one unknowing act of courage?
What if he was the brother of Jesus?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have written such a strong piece of poetry here and leave me the reader, wanting to debate the subject. Excellent content and the repetition works so well. 10 Karin Anderson