'Problem' Solved? ? ? Poem by Mary Murphy
'Problem' Solved? ? ?
God sees a gift.
You see a disease.
God grants new life.
'Nurse kill it please”
If she could speak,
What would she say?
If she could run,
She’d run away.
Kept inside,
Nowhere to hide.
Ripped apart,
A tiny heart.
A little brain,
That feels the pain.
A clenched fist.
Too small to resist.
Tossed in the trash,
She hands over the cash….
“Problem” solved? ? ? ? ? ?
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