Who sales their kids in secret,
After failing attempt to abort,
Abort their blessed pregnant,
Some strangling the poor infant.
Poor child's life ends in a latrine pit,
As it successful out of the womb fight,
Fight to come out and enjoy its right,
Right of living and see the bright light.
At the end what is the gained profit?
May be that was the powerful poet,
One who could show the world's outlet,
Out let of peace through words leaflet.
Could be a doctor or scientist,
Scientist who could discover AIDS' tablet,
Tablets which could bring cure goblet,
And relieve the world's burden rootlet.
Fake mothers you do break my heart,
You fight against God's will and art,
I'm not judging you but I do spit out,
The truth to a shame your lame act.
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