Mother's Stolen Baby Poem by Melissa Coventry

Is insanity a distraction?
For the smothered rage I feel,
Pointed at you,
Who ripped that child born,
My flesh and my blood,
You stole that boy from me,
From my labour tired arms.
And then, to mask your saturated guilt,
You deem me openly crazy,
And for what, speaking the truth?
In this place of god and glory,
A gaol of fear and shun,
It’s a cell without walls and or doors,
Pity me not! You know your own vacant soul.
Trenched with bitterness,
Dripping with temptation,
You’re a liar to the bone!
So don’t deny the known truth,
Being so clear as sun,
Bound me to this godly institution,
I want to see my son…