To the infant who was found dead covered in plastic
You had no business to enter
This unloving world too soon
And uninvited dear child
You unloved and unplanned and
Unfortunate and unappreciated
Burden of our uncaring society
Too soon like the free looting
Pirate you of all people went
And blindly smuggled yourself into
Our great over burdened lives
Your mother was too busy
Enjoying herself in the bright lights
And you sneaked yourself in
To temporarily bring to the halt
Her merriment in the lime light
And that was unfair of you to spring
The surprise of your shocking
Arrival while she was so busy and
In retaliation she responded to teach
You manners and feed you to the dogs
Where she threw you away covered in
Plastic oozing blood in the veld
Now you weep in heaven where you're
Safe to weep and observe the doings
Of the young mothers whose primary
Motivation in life is to make babies
As if baby making is the latest craze
Now you sit by the right hand of God
And you have time to spare and regret
That it is wrong to mess up with people
Who do not take kindly to have their
Petite bodies interfered by innocent
Guests who come when they're not invited
Oh child
Your who was never allowed
To know who was your wayward father
You whose birth was going to be
The subject of endless law suits of
The disputes of your paternity
Rest in peace
Embrace the events leading
To your horrible demise
You're safe in the hands
Of the Heavenly Father
Here on earth the pogrom
And the holocaust again new born
Babies is well organized and given
The respectable law like term of
The Termination Of Pregnancy Bill
And the pro abortion mob is in ecstasy
But no one wants to take the matter
To the voters
In secrecy the law is pushed
Through parliament
One is left to wonder why the jurists
Are shy to bring the whole shyster
Piece of legislation
To be debated by the responsible
Citizens in the open
Truly the law works in mysterious ways
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Child In Your Arms
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
I know it's hard to understand
Why I was taken from your hands
One day we'll meet again
Mother and father hand in hand
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Pick a star in the sky
And see the twinkle in my eye
As I send you my love
From heavens above
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
All the new mothers above
Giving their love
To the new born child
In heavens above
Mother father watch over me
And jesus will watch over you
I feel your love in heavens above
I'll see you here
When it's your time to come
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Oh mummy dear
I see you and daddy so near
My life as just begun
In heavens above
So don't be afraid to live your life
Be glad and happy to what comes to you
I'll keep you safe as I watch over you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Sweet child in heaven
Sleep in peace
I hope you see all you want to see
Be who you want to be
God bless
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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In Despair
What is the world coming to?
Though carrying weapons is taboo
Children are happy totting the gun,
Whether to settle scores or just for fun.
When did innocence get lost and things changed?
It some how seems shocking and strange.
Too much T V, films is the reason
Reason elders for this violence and aggression.
Isn’t there lack of communication?
This has had deeper ramifications.
The young yearn for someone to share
Their confusion, but no one has time to spare.
If you are not there when your child needs you,
You will be the last to know what he brews
When he turns to his peers
To share his angst and fears.
A child is born out of a moment of ecstasy,
It is sad then you become too busy
To teach your child right from wrong,
And make him morally strong
Did you consider the likelihood
Of sacrifices you’ll have to make for parenthood?
And teach him to stand his ground
And not be bullied by any hound.
It is time to figure out
How to bring a turnabout.
In order to sort out this mess
Everyone has to try to impress
That none is above the law.
We have to overcome our flaws,
So our kids do not go astray.
Good sense prevails, I hope and pray.
Its already late
Don’t leave their future to chance and fate.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Born To Be Ransomed
Born to be ransomed,
Born for a reason,
On one side Love,
On the other side Security,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed elsewhere,
Or,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed with them,
Born to be ransomed,
Held ransomed by those,
For security measures of the father and mother,
So,
They are called on by the beckoning,
Of,
Those holding child held by ransomed,
Is what people do when child means,
A lot to mother and father,
Love and security in family keepings,
Born to be ransomed,
With intent to use child,
By the takers of child,
To profit and gain,
For themselves in lifes times,
When child born is then used,
Till,
Mother and father is killed,
And,
Child is then raised in a racket,
For,
What mother and father were,
And,
Left for the child when child grown,
In giving is receiving,
All that has good intentions,
Gives for good reasons,
Yet,
Why one is born to be ransomed,
Is,
The what see's and pre-desires,
The placement and life,
Of,
What two in love have made,
The unborn child then becomes,
The ransom of what wants,
What,
The two have in love and wealth,
When this goes on and child is grown,
The eyes that see and yet do not understand,
Is,
The child raised seeing all,
From,
The good ways,
To the bad ways,
To the cruel ways,
To,
The crimes committed and seen,
Is,
The eyes of seeing,
From,
Been born in a world disrupted,
Is,
A child born and ransomed,
What is of matter,
Mattering to two,
Two in love,
That,
Choose to be one,
One as in a couple,
To matter and be,
For,
What matters to them,
Is,
What brings matter of two,
To,
Become a matter of one,
A,
Child born of two,
Yet,
Now matter's to none,
But,
What ransoms the child out,
Till,
The child grew to be,
And,
Left them all behind,
Knowing,
Mother and father are dead,
Living,
Life knowing too much,
Just,
From been the ransom,
The ransom,
Of,
All,
That,
Is,
Of,
Mother and father,
Till,
All,
Of,
Mother and father's,
Income and places,
Was,
Spent and giving to others,
Tis,
Then,
Ransomed child grown,
Can,
Leave,
With noting,
But themselve,
To have some kind,
Of life,
Somewhere else,
Faraway!
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Abortion Revisited
The Sculptor makes each masterpiece,
With equal labor, love and care;
But human beings murder own,
Unlike the beasts, who know not God.
While many yearn for just one child,
And families on earth vanish,
As God denies the gift of child:
Yet, those with children kill offspring?
The Maker makes some wombs sterile;
The Maker makes some, more fertile;
What ruthless hearts dare murder babes-
That bear semblance to God Himself!
Don’t expect mercy from the Lord,
Who loves all creatures, great and small;
He gave man freedom and free will:
That is abused by earthlings still.
God hears the pleas of unborn babes,
(Who wish to see the world, God made)
All murdered by their own parents-
A treachery, deserving hell.
Behold the unborn’s curse shall bring
Unwanted woes and suffering,
That punishes generations,
However mighty are nations.
No species kill their very own!
All babies have freedom to live;
No human being kills by right,
Another in the human race.
Abortion is a heinous crime;
Procured abortion is a Sin;
All lives are lives in utero;
No one has right to abortion.
The baby in the womb has rights;
A life that’s formed by God in womb,
Has right to exist after birth!
To God, all lives are truly same!
Show me some beasts that kill offspring!
Don’t they struggle to rear their young?
Why human beings turn ‘beast-like,
When God is merciful to them?
The unborn child needs dignity;
Unwanted babies are God’s gems;
If you can’t spare your baby’s life,
God’s rod befalls you like a knife!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2008
poem by John Celes
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Spare me
No, she is unwanted and not welcome
Do away with her so she doesn't come,
Worries may be more if she takes birth in home
Better terminate the pregnancy and have the chance for free roam
This is the situation that prevails at the time of baby child's birth
She is unwanted in family as awaits no love and warmth
We discriminate between new born and have narrow views
Do the parents really need some education and reviews?
Was I not borne out of love and affection?
Were they not eagerly awaiting and had so many expectations?
I was luckiest child t be borne come out
I heard the conversation in womb and talk about
I used to hear bird's beautiful song,
When we used to go for walk along,
All lovely talks while watching beautiful pair
I was breathing in place which was not supposed to be wrong
Does the termination of child birth not amount to murder?
It is executed skillfully without any wonder?
Sky may witness silently and not fall with thunder
What would I do except to cry above the sky and soil under?
Will it be in womb premature death?
No new world for me and fresh breath
Was this the vow taken by parents under oath?
Running away from reality or compromising on both?
Can you listen and pay attention to my simple words?
Is there no safe place for me in this world?
Do you desire our untimely demise?
What will happen to your early promises?
It is sheer nonsense to behave in isolated manner
How does it help to make the population thinner?
It is simply a lame excuse to do away with pregnancy?
Baby or no baby it has nothing to do with relevancy
HE is there to see you all?
What will you reply when you receive his call?
You may have rise and fall
Don't create hatred in heart as strong wall,
We are like beautiful flowers in the garden
Different in colors with fragrance but not a burden
Tree also bends when fruits are laden
You are the only one rejecting the heaven
Your are the creator but not the CREATOR
You may be called my originator
Does the love and affection need any translator?
You be your own judge and regulator
World will not end if you don't allow the babies boom
God will not like it and descend the gloom
It will be too late to find answer in room
Find happiness when you find the time with groom
In many parts of the world it is still the practice
We land no ears and take no notice
It may still go on unabated
If question is not addressed and remain unrelated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Babies
Babies being born every day
In a world where theres so much to discover
All the babies crying out from the womb
Not much room, can I come out mother?
Mama, can you hear me call?
Dont drop me now
cos its a long way to fall
Mama, I can hear all the sounds
Outside its like a battleground
And Im afraid to fall down
Into the great big nowhere
Papas had a skin full of beer
Mama, dont let him into here
Baby, baby
Babies being born
Different hormones and genes
Theres so many of us out there
How was I conceived
Was it love, was I meant
Or was I just an accident
Mama, what I sense from outside
Its a world full of fear
And theres nowhere to hide
Mama, I feel safe between these walls
And Im so scared of heights
And its a long way to fall
Into the great big nowhere
Maybe papas getting pressure from his peers
Are you straight, are you queer
So he made me, baby
Babies being born, some are rich, some are poor
But theyre innocent and unprepared
Little girls and boys, didnt ask to be born
But theyre always popping out there
Falling into the great big nowhere
Mama, I know that once upon a time
You and papa were rich
When you were both in your prime
Mama, now you got the pains
And I know its nearly time
But I dont want to join the crowd
I see standing in line
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Babies being induced, no excuse, whats the use
So theyre always popping out there
Babies didnt wanna be born
Ill equipped, running loose
But theyre innocent and unprepared
Mama, now you are showing all the signs
But is your world upside-down
On its head just like mine
Mama, now your ambition is mine
Dont make me over
Achieve too much in my time
Oh mama, please dont make me climb
Mama
song performed by by Kinks
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Father You a Daughter
Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.
Carry my seed, baby...
Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.
Carry my seed, baby...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.
By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
poem by Sr. Lamar Ingraham
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Bid McCrae
The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,
And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered bright
O’er waxen heavy-scented flowers and coffin plated deep,
Where the good wife, Mary Halloran lay in her last long sleep.
Her life, calm, pure and prosperous, had scarcely known a care;
Four sons, three daughters, she had reared – all sturdy, strong and fair,
All like their parents, kindly, plain and practical-save one
That rare soul, marked for graces high, the young priest - Father John.
His beautiful young face was lit by spirit-light within
A new St. Michael armed against the powers of wrath and sin-
And now he knelt and prayed alone, amid the church’s gloom,
And heard his mother’s well loved voice come from beyond the tomb:
“Oh help me dearest son of mine to-night my soul has known
Our neighbours’ life is twined with ours; we cannot live alone;
My sins, our dear Lord has forgiven, their guilt is purged away,
But yet I cannot enter Heaven, because of Bid McCrae.”
Young Father John thought hard and long, till memory came again,
Of the poor, shiftless outcast, Bid, who dwelt in Padgett’s Lane,
A stone’s throw from his Mother’s yard, the by-word of the street,
Good women turned away in scorn at passing of her feet.
The gentle sisters often strove, with fond solicitude,
To bring to paths of light and peace bid’s wild and reckless brood;
And so, at Constance Halloran’s side, on first communion day,
Knelt little bright eyes Delia, the child of Bid McCrae.
Both pure souls, wrapt in loving awe, before the children’s King,
But ah, the coming, crowding years that swift temptations bring!
While Constance, safe and sheltered bloomed to happy girlhood bright.
Poor erring Delia’s wayward path knew sin’s un-holy blight.
“Blind in my selfish virtue wrapped I passed her all my days,
And god, He judgeth not as we – His ways are not our ways-“
Again his Mothers’ voice he heard, and read its message plain,
And Father John arose and sought the depths of Padgett’s Lane.
There by the dying sinner’s bed, he fought the powers of Hell-
Fought for the storm –tossed mother’s soul, the erring child as well
For kneeling by her mothers’ bed, the lamplight on her hair,
Poor broken-hearted Delia knelt in sorrow and despair.
And strange deep thoughts had Father John-how full of charity!
How rich in golden gleams of good a sinner’s heart can be!
And ere the dawnlight flushed the sky, both had been reconciled-
Shriven and at rest the happy dead, and saved the wayward child.
Next night there came to father John a vision glad and bright:
He saw his gentle mother stand at Heaven’s portal bright,
And as the young priest raised his heart in humble fervent praise
To God, who judgeth not as we - whose ways are not our ways-
The storm-tossed outcast, bid McCrae, all shriven from her sin,
Stood at this saintly woman’s side, and smiled, and led her in.
poem by Alice Guerin Crist
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Sadness into one Heart
Sadness into one Heart
as child we look up to our
elders we teach from them
watch the steam a rose bloom
that is how a child bring up
to watch the sadness of child
bring tears to the parents
we shine for a while now these
days we watch our babies grow
up but some children are still
a child them as they still babies
themselves child heart beats
little heart wonder how there
future holds when you walk outside
all I saw is buggies everywhere
to see the sadness of a child
is not ready to be having a baby
on themselve prayers go out
to them and strenth they would have
sadness by a child and a parent
poem by Annamaria Bicego
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Why?
Why do the babies starve
There's enough food to feed the world
Why when there're so many of us
Are there people still alone
Why are the missiles called peace keepers
When they're aimed to kill
Why is a woman still not safe
When she's in her home
Love is hate
War is peace
No is yes
And we're all free
But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
Admidst all these questions and contradictions
There're some who seek the truth
Tell me why do the babies starve
There's enough food to feed the world
Why when there're so many of us
Are there people still alone
Why are the missiles called peace keepers
When they're aimed to kill
Why is a woman still not safe
When she's in her home
Love is hate
War is peace
No is yes
And we're all free
But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
When the blind remove their blinders
And the speechless speak the truth
Tell me why do the babies starve
There's enough food to feed the world
Why when there're so many of us
Are there people still alone
Why are the missiles called peace keepers
When they're aimed to kill
Why is a woman still not safe
When she's in her home
Love is hate
War is peace
No is yes
And we're all free
song performed by by Tracy Chapman from Tracy Chapman
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Never hesitate to leave
Never hesitate to leave!
I would never hesitate to leave this world
If my child is in danger or slips out of fold
“Mother would go to any extent” I was told
As certain things are totally free and not sold
I am totally aware that child needs total care
Some of the mother hide it and don’t dare
But what a joy on earth to feel while feeding
Pain mattered less at the time of delivery while bleeding
Each one of us may be dreaming about nice creature
As lots of expectations and dreams for making sure
What a child may bring in for our future life?
How do I feel about it as mother and wife!
My blood is directly flowing in his vanes
Lot many unsaid things are reflected as tales
But whole of world seems so tiny or small
When I hear baby’s cry or simple call
Let all babies get simple care from mother
All happiness with so much dedication and care
It is said child remembers mother when best fed
So later on holds hand of mother and leads
Whole world seems to me a tiny object
If I am to choose I will certainly reject
What a beautiful smile when I start feeding
All so more important satisfaction by her needing
I look at that curly hair
Everything looks so fair
How can I think of going somewhere?
When heaven and happiness is all here
I would love to sink when time comes
I won’t bother whether child later on welcomes or not
At present I see best part on feeding
It is the best present after my wedding
Many mothers may think it as absurd
But it is mother’s love with caring word
Sincere prayer along with it for her well being
My gesture will be after all less of doing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Sad Spring
The Spring weeps, she is forlorn;
Well that she may weep, alas!
Now that many babes are born
Whose dear fathers lie in grass.
Snowdrops in the frozen earth
Faint and are not comforted;
Never was so sad a birth,
Never was so sad a bed.
She must bear her pangs alone.
Where is sorrow like to hers?
In an anguish cold as stone
Her dead soldier's child she bears.
Now her trembling arms will hold
Close the piteous downy thing
To a milky breast as cold
As the frozen water-spring.
Now she hopes and dreads to find
Likeness in the little son
To his father, brave and kind.
Like or not, her heart's undone.
Tender nurslings born in pain,
Mother's comfort, mother's grief,
When her tears run down like rain,
Lord, bring Thou a handkerchief.
Wipe the widow's tears away,
Father orphan boys and girls.
Lead them out where they may play,
With Thy hand upon their curls.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Evil Dowers Of The World
the world we is full dowers
rape is the order of the day
corruption is increasing like production
rich don't help the poor, burden them with heavy works
mothers throw child in latrine, fathers are irresponsible
children are living on roads like animal in field
people are being sacrificed like animal
oh father in heaven help us
we don't know were are we ending
abortion is the order of the day
oh why the world is moving like this
people play sex like eating apple
war in world has left people homeless
love is declined from the world
nepotism has increased like nothing
poem by Ahmed Kakembo
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When You Were A Child
We are born to this fantasy
Cant believe what theyve done to you
Hard to see all these years go round
Taught to hide all thats true inside
What was it like
When you were a child?
Did you see the world
In a different light?
When the veil came down
Our destiny grew away from us
Dont it make you weep
Cant you see
I believe that we were meant for each other
Well get along somehow
If they leave us alone
Why dont they let us be
...just what we want to be
Dont it make you weep, cant you see?
I cant believe what theyve done to you
Theyve got you just where they wanted you
When we sleep, dream each others dreams
Casting memories on a sea of hope
Remember life as a child could be
Bring it back for all of use to see
What was it like
When you were a child?
How did it feel?
Did your mother treat you kind?
Mend those broken toys?
For in your heart theres innocence
Waiting to be free, cant you see?
When you were a child
song performed by by Kinks
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Let Us Begin
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it appears on.
I am the son of a grassland farmer
Western oklahoma nineteen forty three
I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free
I gave up my father to south korea
The mind of my brother to vietnam
Now there's a banker who says i must give up my land
There are four generations of blood in this topsoil
Four generations of love on this farm
Before i give up i would gladly give up my right arm
What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for
I had a son and my son was a soldier
He was so like my father, he was so much like me
To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be
He gave up his future to revolution
His life to a battle that just can't be won
For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun
I remember the nine hundred days of leningrad
The sound of the dying, the cut of the cold
I remember the moments i prayed i would never grow old
What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for
For the first time in my life i feel like a prisoner
A slave to the ways of the powers that be
And i fear for my children, as i fear for the for the future i see
Tell me how can it be we're still fighting each other
What does it take for a people to learn
If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn
What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for
Have we forgotten
All the lives that were given
All the vows that were taken
Saying never again
Now for the first time
This could be the last time
If peace is our vision
Let us begin
Have we forgotten
All the lives that were given
All the vows that were taken
Saying never again, never again
Now for the first time
This could be the last time
If peace is our vision
Let us begin, let us begin
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Major Congenital Anomalies (’Tis better to be dead but...)
A babe that’s born with brain anomalies;
With some inborn metabolic errors;
With chromosomal abnormalities;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies with thoracopagus;
Some with spinal cord abnormalities;
Those with true hermaphroditism;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies born of mothers infected;
Babies with teratogenicity;
Babies with just seal-like limbs:
’Tis better to be dead but...
Abortion is the treatment of choice then;
Yet, when babies are born accidentally,
Life on earth can be miserable to all;
’Tis better to be dead but...
And still such babies continue to be born
To faulty diagnoses antenatal;
Litigation may award money;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Yet, parents kill their healthy babes in womb;
Can abortion be ev’r justified then?
Such unborn have been killed without reason!
’Tis better to be live but...
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17-09-11
poem by John Celes
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The brave Motherhood
All the good guys as same as the stale ones
You bring to this unfair world hardly.
In the mysterious watery womb you never train them to make wars or behead the brotherhood?
Your precious heart is a scripture Mom!
The only weakness I see is the unlimited love.
A sculptor may carve a crystalline beautiful woman
But never a skinny mother?
She lives in every heart like a child.
This innocent child one day becomes a saint or a criminal in this unscrupulous society.
(Suicide; O river, I see drifting deep in your flux of silver
Those great Goddesses of peace
stone, stone, ferry me down there.)
Sylvia Plath, Lorlei
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Stop Aborting Hereafter; Avoid the Wrath of God!
How dare you kill a lovely baby hale?
How ruthless can your heart become at times!
How foolish calling babies ‘unwanted'!
How sad you murder cold-blooded your own!
Each child is life uniquely made by God;
Each child is God's love, mercy in flesh-form;
Each child is precious to the Maker's eyes;
Each child is gift divine and heaven's bliss!
Abortion is foul murder every time;
Abortion can't become health-care at all;
Abortion turns the sacred womb, a tomb!
Abortion leaves an anguished heart and mind!
Avoid the mortal sin of abortion;
The act displeases God - Giver of Life!
The unborn child's blood pleads God for revenge;
How can a God most fair remain silent?
How can you kill your own offspring in life?
How can you stay happy on earth by crime?
How can you blunt your conscience that's right?
Must you abort and think it bestows joy?
poem by John Celes
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Question and answer
THE CHILD
Father! Within the forest's bound
No bird I found,
No sound of song the woods around.
THE FATHER
The bird that glad his song us gave,
Flies o'er the wave;
Perhaps he there will find his grave.
THE CHILD
But why does he not wait till later?
THE FATHER
He goes where light and warmth are greater
THE CHILD
Father! It selfish seems to me,
Far off to flee,
When all we others here must be.
THE FATHER
With new-born spring comes new-born song;
By instinct strong
The better new he'll bring erelong.
THE CHILD
But if in death the cold waves swallow-?
THE FATHER
Others will come; his kin will follow.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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