To the infant who was found dead covered in plastic
You had no business to enter
This unloving world too soon
And uninvited dear child
You unloved and unplanned and
Unfortunate and unappreciated
Burden of our uncaring society
Too soon like the free looting
Pirate you of all people went
And blindly smuggled yourself into
Our great over burdened lives
Your mother was too busy
Enjoying herself in the bright lights
And you sneaked yourself in
To temporarily bring to the halt
Her merriment in the lime light
And that was unfair of you to spring
The surprise of your shocking
Arrival while she was so busy and
In retaliation she responded to teach
You manners and feed you to the dogs
Where she threw you away covered in
Plastic oozing blood in the veld
Now you weep in heaven where you're
Safe to weep and observe the doings
Of the young mothers whose primary
Motivation in life is to make babies
As if baby making is the latest craze
Now you sit by the right hand of God
And you have time to spare and regret
That it is wrong to mess up with people
Who do not take kindly to have their
Petite bodies interfered by innocent
Guests who come when they're not invited
Oh child
Your who was never allowed
To know who was your wayward father
You whose birth was going to be
The subject of endless law suits of
The disputes of your paternity
Rest in peace
Embrace the events leading
To your horrible demise
You're safe in the hands
Of the Heavenly Father
Here on earth the pogrom
And the holocaust again new born
Babies is well organized and given
The respectable law like term of
The Termination Of Pregnancy Bill
And the pro abortion mob is in ecstasy
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poem by Ngaka Motaung
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