Unborn Child, Murdered

aborted fetus thumb

UNBORN  CHILD —  MURDERED

Here I lie beyond mischance
In the womb’s long timeless trance.
Here’s my sea and rivers flowing
And they all know where they’re going.
Fruit and blossom, leaf and bough
Live in the summer of the Now.

They tell me there’s a world out there,
But I simply do not care.
Life’s a sickness, yet it comes
And its icy breath benumbs
The souls of millions. What a thorn
In the flesh…this being born!

— Relax, my dear, no need to grieve.
Your luck is in! Here’s a reprieve.
Thanks to the latest liberal views,
Your mother is now free to CHOOSE!
She’s made her choice: the vacuum pump,
The fetus bin, the garbage dump!

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Lasha Darkmoon

Dr Lasha Darkmoon (b.1978) is an Anglo-American ex-academic with higher degrees in Classics whose political articles and poems have been translated into several languages. Most of her political essays can be found at The Occidental Observer and The TruthSeeker. Her own website, Darkmoon.me, is now within the top 1 percent of websites in the world according to the Alexa ranking system.

3 thoughts on “Unborn Child, Murdered

  1. Ignore the pingback.

    I didn’t write this. This is Lasha’s poem. For some reason, she decided to post it under my name.

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