Her Tears

By Gerald Sumeracki

The night that life became his gift Was but her night of joy His mother's lust had been his start For this an infant boy. He grew within the warmth of her A comfort full of trust And never knew the fate he'd face That consequence of lust. "I am so young!" she cried out loud As doctors took her child, "I am so young And have a life, a child would cramp my style. Just get this burden out of me," She pleaded as he died, "Before he grows another day And becomes to big to hide." That little one knew not a thing About those suction tubes But shocking pain was learned today As his body was removed. Yes piece by piece he left her womb A mass of bloody flesh That little boy who'd never grow Now found eternal rest. "I am so young!" she cried out loud As doctors took her child, "I am so young And have a life, a child would cramp my style. Just get this burden out of me," She pleaded as he died, Her empty womb now caused the tears Her saddened eyes now cried.