Unwanted Pregnancy

What would a womb swell And things suddenly cease to be well… A life whose mother didn‘t guess Would her tummy access: The very last thing by her expected And certainly the unlikeliest to be respected. From carelessly monitored fun with crafty men, Usually two or three guys or a reckless ten, The Luckless One reminded of her romantic escapades At some self-deceiving hour, More hurting than adventurous raids Turned badly sour… To every woman handing a disturbing stigma And blames of having slighted some sacred dogma: What could keep her thoughts and gist Often flying to the consulting room of a Gynecologist And in very helpless moments to some roadside butcher, Not infrequently, a bitter lesson teacher… Crystal clear hints that the Luckless One Would’ve the baby’s shaming visit stopped And some tomorrow, against another Make sure that penetrative condom is not dropped.