A poem dedicated to the unborn child.
Unborn Child
a child awaits in his mommy's womb unaware of his pending doom Wondering- what is his fate gleefully unknowing of his mother's hate His little life is now cut short, It's what she chose, to abort. At least she no longer is a slave It cost him his life, dead, in his shallow grave
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imuffinsaurus · Thu Jun 11, 2009 @ 11:03pm · 0 Comments |