Feminist Woman (In Holocaust) - Poem by G. Grant
Does the child shrill inside,
When you say "kill".
"My Proto babe" Unborn, To sing, live love
As He bid, As He did?
Where did you come from then? And when?
At which precise moment were you made "human",
Deemed "Fit to live"?
So you can kill such?
Tell me, woman man,
When will you return in perfect form
Does the test of time change your mind About
The child, about God
Because technology can?
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