If Left To Think For Oneself. Poem by Tom Higgins

The seed of the Jewish man,
Swims frantically towards its goal,
To be united with that Muslim egg,
To unite in the creation of a soul,
A human child that is the same,
As any other on the Earth,
Until it is born, when begins the daft game,
From the moment of its birth.
This child is a Muslim says the mother,
No it is a Jew says the dad,
If the child had a say would it not think of other,
Than these two choices, both sad?

Tom Higgins 06/12/2012