Pellets, Unborn Poem by Olumide Omoyele

Do I hear
the screams
of an unborn child?

Is that you whistling?
Gushing past under the
guise of wistful wind?

Are you
ashamed of us?
Of the life we keep
ready for you?

Are those your tears that
sprinkle from the skies, and
then vanish suddenly as
though it never had an
intention to rain?

Are you satirising us?
Have we become
just a parody of
faceless stumps?

Do we not pay you
due attention? Is that why
you let down a shower of
frozen water?
Pellets to resemble our bullets?

Do you plan a
much bigger invasion?
Were those merely
but warning shots?