Growing Pain Poem by Richard St. Clair

Once upon a time I was conceived,
No one asked for my permission, nope!
By some strange chance my fetus, given hope,
Gained strength enough, who would have then believed?
The war was fought and done, what did I know?
Was it my will or karma that explains
The suffering I was born into with pains
That challenged my poor body lest it grow.
All night I cried, as if I bore the weight
Of all the world upon my infant head,
Of lives bescourged with torment, millions dead,
A world besmirched with odium, rage and hate.
Yet I foresee a world of hope and love
Redeemed at last, blessed by a peaceful dove!