Panagiota Romios Poet I do not know?

Where The Never Borns Find a Home

                
                     11/23/2023

Souls of the unborn, caressed by the meadows’ gentle winds.
Seeking their mothers arms, for they were her angelic, blessed
Blossoming,beautiful twins!


Mother is vaping Fentanyl in a bar, looking for a new, hot lover?
A murderess, in expensive tight jeans, sweater…hiding her
deadly deed, under cover.


Not alone, she, her sisters, tired, at the morning‘s Pro-Choice rally.
Were cheering on death of souls to be, laughing, ever-so heartily in.
rat-filled alleys,


Remember this…?” Father, forgive them, for they know what they do!”
Both men and their lovers might regret this …years down the road!!

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Elena Eagle November 26, 2023 at 4:30 PM A very beautiful reflective piece of work. Insightful and thought provoking at the same time.

Regina Elliott November 23, 2023 at 3:29 AM Hi Pangie, you penned this sad prolife poem with compassion for our unborn brothers and sisters. Thank you so much for writing it. xxxxx Panagiota Romios November 23, 2023 at 3:43 AM You’re welcome, Regina..it just seems that with all the contraceptives on the market, and the ability to have one’s tubes tied, there is no reason to kill children. They stopped executions of adults long ago. Sorry for the errors in my first response, I was half awake. Pangie xxx