The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
He died
the day before
his birth
the curse had worked again
Generations
in the womb
their feticide
a last amen
The garden path
a stepford trap
whose fruit trees
bear the scorn
Enoch built
to hide the curse
the Mark of Cain
— damnation born
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Perplexingly puzzling world,
Finds fault with things truly good;
Exalts evident evils,
Where sadness of madness turns gladness…!
Individualism wins,
While humanism stands in Queue;
Altruism alters always,
Feminism in female feticide...!
War seems ethics of the day,
Fight for rights; Fight for mere fights;
Lazy weapons needs testing,
Ukraine today; Russia tomorrow...!
No time for us to star-gaze,
Dreams turn frightening nightmares;
Nights turn days and vice versa,
Sleeplessness and somnambulism rule...!
05 March 2022
LIND30NR Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Discrimination? Never -
Like charlatans, we claim,
Aren’t guys and girls, here,
Like fantasy, peripherally, same?
Nourishing the boys,
And starving the girls, yet, dear,
Is, in real life, like sun and moon,
Seen, at this juncture, crystal-clear…
If female infanticide
Has exhibited its ugly faces –
Isn't female feticide
Spreading fast in many places?
We have left plants and flowers hitherto,
There might be a time coming soon;
When men-folk might start considering,
Selective-destruction of female flowers, a boon…
12 January 2022
Pained and shamed, parents looked at her
an enormous burden, not their lovely daughter
Her brothers were fed milk and cream
she tasted them daily,but in her dreams
Boys were sent to school with uniforms and books
she stayed back, scrubbing and cleaning dirty nooks
Still a child,they hastily arranged her marriage
too anxious to relieve themselves of the baggage
She weaved her new life with patience
head hung low always in obedience
Soon she learnt she was pregnant
‘Baby’ the word felt warm and fragrant
Dreams of the baby filled her nights
already hugging it in her arms tight
Showered with unprecedented care and love
she couldn’t thank enough the heavens above
They took her to the clinic that ominous day
“It’s a girl”, she heard the doctor shamefully say
An acrid potion was forced brutally down her throat
Female feticide is still rampant in lands remote
Female feticide or termination of pregnancy based on gender is still prevalent in India,China and other Asian countries.
Written on:07/07/2016 for Brian Davey's contest "Evil is Everywhere"
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