A Debt
It is a debt; nearly one out of three has sadly paid
Life started to grow, but its first breath was never made
A branch on the family tree that produced no shade
Pain of such an investment unsuccessful; I would not wish for or trade
If I could, I would take the hurt from each mother that this monster has slayed
Cruelty— is what I would name this game that conception has played
The remorseful loss of an unborn child; to sad rest, too many are laid
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