Left Behind
Oh could one crawl back
into the womb, till a brighter
birthday; till the time of
a blissful After-parting –
but the wailing from our
failures would shake us
from the boughs of Heaven
down to the bowls of Hell –
Birth is a saving grace...
a duty to self and offspring...
a duty to peers, nation, and
ultimately world: there is
no paradise for any...if left
behind a hell for even one....
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