Infanticide (Infunticide?)

Oh, love me mother, I’m your son! Oh, spare me father, this isn’t fun; Oh, love me siblings, do not run; Oh, save me God, I’m fully done! My room is watery and quite dark; I look now big and naked-stark; I yearn to make my first cry soon; I will not be a bane but boon! The space is insufficient here; I want to breathe like earthlings, air; I want to see my parents dear; I wish to feel their love and care. Don’t flowers blossom in the wild? My home, can I not so adorn? I dreamt, I am an unborn child; Oh, please allow me to be born! I am a fully-grown fetus; I wish to leave the uterus; Let me not turn an abortus; We beg you earthlings: ‘Don’t kill us! ’ My heart is sorrow, anguish-filled; My neck is cut and head is drilled; My pleas go wasted- I am killed; Unborn, I die as if man-willed! What tragedy has struck me fast! Murdered in womb, I breathe my last; I heard God call me by sweet name; O God, forgive their sin of shame! ‘Each child’s a precious living doll, That wants your love and not a pall; God loves to forgive sinners all; Repent; amend and heed His call! ’ Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008