The Damned Birthing Room
The smell of bodily fluids
Tears, urine, and vomit
Fills the room.
She screams words of sorrow,
Aching for a hope to borrow
As he kicks in her womb.
But hope rarely follows
A mercilessly abused crawler
Who's foreverly doomed.
For it's a child she swallowed
From a poisoned water bottle
That inside of her it bloomed.
It's a mistake she recalled.
And we all felt appalled
So we huddled into a group
To tell her that it's a gift from God
Whether it's Allah, Jesus, or Raah
Without His mercy she'd be fooled.
What a great gift I thought!
It comes with pain and distraught
And a lifetime of it's poop.
A baby from an unwanted father
"Abused" written on its collar
I hope it doesn't become a buffoon.
"C'mon give us a push that's harder,"
Said the nurse with a face that stalers
At the complexity of this mood.
Another nurse checks the radar
A look of horrid fear made the red in her cheeks fader
"DIED," and she broke into a puddle of doom.
That's what I witnessed
In the damned birthing room.
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