Cry Of An Unborn

Ma, please, please, don’t push me

Don’t push me outside this home

Once, I am out you know well

That it is just pain, injury or death

By the deadly virus or adulterer food

Natural attack of storms, earthquake, flood

If I do survive, then there are men ready

To kill me, butcher me by one or other

Terror attack cruelty or ego war missile

If not killed, then orphaned on the road

Kicked around the world as a refugee

Ma, have mercy on me and don’t push me out

From this warm cushioned womb of yours.