₦airaland Forum

Abortion

She was young indeed
With many men pestering like weeds
She was truly fine
Sparkling to be precise
With her ova filled with fertile seeds
Making her hormones call for men in disguise
To her the first says “would you be mine”
I would provide all you need,
Need it be your feeds?
Another said “lady do choose me and be wise”
For I am filled with good deeds
And not filthy like a swine
But then came another
Saying “id love no other”
Only if you let me be your children’s father
So look no farther
But farther she looked
And she saw her perfect wooer saying – I am not crooked
So let me be your precious anther
Love me – the black as a panther
For I am true not to leave you stigma
Do let me unfold you – my enigma
So that other men would be burnt with rays stronger than gamma
Then only you become my children’s mama
Then id stick with you till you become a grandma
He left her sure
She was as clean as a performed manicure
Not knowing that he would leave her to stink like manure
Manure – only to speed up germination
germination of what now grows in her belly
For her virginity gave into temptation
leading to pregnancy at an age so early
Her child develops
With her tummy as its nutritious envelope
Yet its about to be torn and pierced
A process the medically sound call abortion
Now the child cries to the lord
While the lord full of pity says to the baby – endure
Endure – this evil of the sword
That would drain your amniotic fluid
For as she thinks of how men has made her stink
God already knows her plan
So as he gives the baby he forms comfort
He curses her womb
For a womb for a growing life has turned its tomb
Abortion is why this poetry came to this occasion
On this very august session
I have joined fleets of feet
Coming to this Sheratons function
To make poetry brings awareness
Bringing a junction that would end abortion
For these words are the concoctions
That we must take like a portion
Then far away our thoughts shall go
And as I drop words like a cargo
Id create no farrago
But would convince that abortion is what we must forgo
As you stow in this flow
Realize that it is about Africa practicing abortion
While other nations are practicing adoption
Pregnancy should leave a woman no option
For babies are spirits to be born
Then why do we cause their scorn
In Africa, I pray that God intercedes
So that babies birth – we don’t recede
For they are our accede
Abortion leaves babies to be castaways
Blinding us to see that they are our generational pathways
So really – abortion is a sacrilege
That we must kill with our moral sledge
For I give this act no pledge
From humanity give abortion a wedge
For even its thoughts drives me to the edge
Because it leaves our lives in bondage
We kill – and heaven turns our phage
For they see the babies rage.
This writing is a living sage
And to understand it – let no man claim dotage
To its call to end abortion by sabotage
For if sex is our immoral fancy
Its consequence is said to be unwanted pregnancy
but if we love sex then why not love the result of infancy
Why don’t we think of the baby’s pain?
Even our marital stain
Because the baby is alive – yet we kill like Cain
this makes me disdain abortion to be slain
This act turns the generation insane
Leaving me to ask – why we can’t be sane
To know that the babies death isn’t sweet sugarcane
What happened to pity in our beloved city?
Fetus killing should be a renowned scarcity
So let’s try sanity
Start by attacking sexual immorality
Which leads us to give an unwanted baby its undeserved mortality?
But why does the woman forget her baby’s ability
while she lets abortion kill its future capability
Even God weeps
As abortions horror sweeps
His heart aches deep
Because abortion has taken over the hearts of his sheep’s
He cares about the fly
Tell me how much more – the baby’s cry
This act has to go dry
The evil of abortion has to fry
Let sexual acts of reproduction be guided by marriage
Then, there would be no baby miscarriage
So from my stage
I do see a new age
Were we wont dump babies like they are wastage
So let every one keep these page
Till the horrors of abortion is in its cage

1707 janji moore