Womb Tomb
Womb Tomb
The unborn baby loved the heart music of her
mother to be!
She heard the water running all over Mommy’body
and breasts, As she listened so ever so intently!
“One day I will see Mother’s lovely, happy face.
It is getting way too small in here!”
She heard the sound of soft, rhythmic purrs.
In her tiny dreams,she wished those sounds might
one day would be hers!
Baby Migdalia, just dreamt thoughts of
hope and joy.
A lovely Daddy near of only such dreams
Migdalia knew of no such things as murder
or fear.
Then,suddenly, Mommy and Daddy,
In voices got heated and angry!
Daddy shouted at Mommy:
“We have no money to raise
a child!
Woman have you gone mad?”
I became frightened and so utterly sad!
Can any of you, anyone, help me?
Have the courage to please, please.....
Tell them, to let me be born?
I am God’s greatest present to them!
Not some beast of burden!
But myself and others, we need all of you
to speak for us.
We are the future of your countries.
We are your very progeny, handsome sons
and lovely daughters.
Twenty-three thousand of us a day,
in the USA meet this horrid fate.
Lives ended and sent back to God’s Holy Gate.
Help us, please?
Thank you with love…xxxx
Baby Migdalia and all the unborn!
6/17/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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