Plight Of The Unborn - Poem by Loverta Holloway
Life or death in the blink of an eye
Will she hear her baby cry
What uncaring hands with greed decry
The gift of life a lullaby!
Metamorphosis Sterile in cocoon encased from the world
Afraid of the future unknown
Venture forth now bright wings unfurled
Reach heights where the eagle has flown!
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