The Abortion Clinic. Poem by Charles Karia

Truly we are a wonder, a people of class.
How can we in this age, allow a tiny mess,
Eliminate all the pleasure, the fantastic fun?
At a modern clinic,so concealed and clean,
Bad memories and worries, all will away flow,
Only you and no one else, will need to know.
Remember keep the cat, quite quiet in the bag,
To none especially parents, please do not brag.
Into the famed clean, concealed, clinic I went
On the stool,near the whirling sucker I sat.
Nothing compares with the pain and sadness;
Cries and dreams of babies that nowadays haunts;
Listen evil Mama; deep in my brain they say:
In Jesus' lap unlike you, we now in peace rest.
Repent! they shout, if you ever hope to see Christ.
In those days, that could have been his birthday,
Cries of anguish, overwhelm me the whole day.