Shrill, the silent cry of an unborn baby.
She squawks with a squeal cry.
Shrieking; trying to escape the strain, but
Obstructions strangles him- "oh, an innocent baby"
Mifepristone, pierces the feeble bod.
The contractions, cramps and cricks in her
Body- never made her aware of the tiny fleshes;
Floods of red rain banishing the psyche, and the
Sky gloomy.
A homicide, she is; on the streets looks
Beautiful and innocent. With words inside.
"Dear mama, your humour was hurried.
With him, you sucked my blood."
An aborted Bundle, never performs the
Riot rites. "To you, I was worthless"
The young insensible make-up'd lady,
Thinks of freedom. She is at liberty
Her mind is filled with lies. The perished signs
"Yours un-named baby"
Her mother, I call her 'THE BUTCHER'
