From the minarets the call to prayer resounds
Breaking the peaceful silence of the dawn
In its undulation of fervent fanatical need
And all across the world the daily call spreads
Making non-believers at least tolerant
Of the mysterious words and haunting refrain
Lulled into acceptance as by a snake charmer
Women too now rising up
In the name of liberation
Fervently fanatical in the need
To have it their way,
From conception to abortion and infanticide
To now the freedom to filicide,
Have it their way
A brave new Burger Queen world
Without compromise or sacrifice
For the only job they were born to do.
Meanwhile the minaret keeps up its call
Loudly proclaiming to the faithful
Ignorant and deluded,
And increasingly deserving,
“Make Misogyny Great Again”.
(9/13/26)
Filicide is a thing most people
Would rather not think about.
And until this past month
Would rarely even talk of.
Now it’s on everyone’s mind.
They say there are “only” 150-200
Such cases a year in America,
But that doesn’t seem like only a few to me!
The fact 71% are committed by the mother
Also stays beneath the mainstream radar.
I guess we just don’t want to know,
But it’s right there in our face
In our myths and legends and personal stories
(I know I was intimidated by my mother
growing up, always aware she held the true
power and control in the home
and even some degree of omniscience,
and I’m no Sleeping Beauty or Snow White).
Just look at the number of children mothers kill
Before they are even born
(more than a million per year!).
Does that qualify as an epidemic?
An epidemic of what?
Confusion and convenience,
Anxiety and despair,
And above all selfishness.
After all motherhood
Is the ultimate act of selflessness
A doorway of no return.
Which reminds me of all those children.
Now that the sanctity of motherhood
Has been disgraced and debased
Are apple pie and baseball next?
(9/4/26)
A Mothers Epitaph
As I listen to the dirges
drifting by in gentle strains
I'm carried back to childhood
I am now a child again.
A hand is on my shoulder
I am by my mother's side
But I know it's only make-believe
for my mother cast us by.
now your day of judgement
has finally come.
I will never get to ask you,
just one question, Why.
You battered us you bruised us
every day you mentally abused us,
but even worse than that, you let
our own father use us.
I wonder if you ever knew the word
Filicide.
Or counted the times
you knocked my head from side to side.
Now as I stand here one last time
by you side,
I shall shed no tears
for the mother who never knew me,
like a pane of glass, you just
saw through me.
The dreaming fetus foresaw his future life
His mother woke roused by the vision from her womb
Her cherished child now cushioned inside
Would shame his family name
Ravishing virgins
His mother wept
Wondering what a life was worth
She foresaw her labor pains and heard the victims’ screams
If she bore the boy
She too would surely be guilty
Damned by her DNA
Sobbing at her filicide sin
She grabbed a bottle of gin and stepped into the steaming bath…
…And somewhere a dreaming baby girl now slept peacefully.
A lady murdered her son because she couldn't afford to send him to school.
She wasn't only a stark raving mad lunatic, she was also a fool.
After she murdered her son, she killed herself too.
What she did to him was an incredibly evil thing to do.
I wouldn't have expected such behavior from a psychiatrist.
If you want my opinion, that evil ***** will not be missed.
Murdering a defenseless child has to be the world's biggest sin.
When a shrink commits murder, it proves that it's a lost world that we live in.
(SADLY THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)
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