Victims of Thalidomite
It’s not a dreaded story, created by Grimms*,
but shouldn’t it horror in us and reflection ignite?
Ten thousand children born with malformed limbs
and brain defects, which were caused by thalidomite.
Of comfort and joy to be normal they didn’t know,
the victims of their mothers, who trusted science,
these children, deformed, handicapped, they had to grow,
the victims of mothers, who had on Pharma reliance.
With their arms and legs strikingly far too short,
to have them full length, they were to dream and to yearn.
Some parents sued drug companies then in court,
but with regards to limbs, who can them return?
But who was there in charge to predict outcomes?
These innocent babies knew never right from wrong...
A sedative to combat nausea of pregnant mums
condemned them to live with consequences all life long.
Condemned to attract attention by looks so strange,
with their mothers condemned to the feelings of guilt.
And only Christ one day can their bodies change,
and make them perfect one day, with His Spirit inbuilt.
Before He comes to announce His Kingdom, we
still tied to wrong preconceptions, like blind live,
still tasting bitterness of the forbidden tree,
forgetting the whole trust to the Lord to give.
And, trusting scientists more than the help divine,
in ignorance or rebellion paying price,
with demons we can accidentally then align,
when throwing into unknown our lives’ dice.
Experiments still continue, but people applaud
whatever presented to them as achievements great.
How many still trust the medicine more than God?
They put on one scale trust, on the other – fate.
28-29.12.2023
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