I Feel the Pain

I feel the Pain, When babies are born, without mothers. For my heart bleeds to loneliness. When hospitals and clinics Are now the headlines of abortions. Why kill when you are able to prevent? I feel the Pain, When doctors and nurses, Are no longer performing their tasks. When mothers are undergoing operations, Just to save their babies. I feel the Pain, When doctors and nurses, Are ritually performing, instead of zoos. When hospitals and clinics, Are now pathways to funeral homes. I feel the Pain, When patients are no longer tested, To be prevented. When the death rate is greater, Than the development rate. I feel the Pain, When my eyes longer capture, Those instruments and medications, That is used to save lives. I feel the Pain, When others are in search of a child, While some prevent themselves, From bearing. Why is this a reversible world? ©®2021 A.M Ngumbu, Jr.