I Once Had A Child

I once had a beautiful child

Whose life was profaned and defiled.

And I, as father, had no choice,

And my child could not yet give voice

To pleas or entreaties for life.

So my child faced the ripping knife;

Torn to pieces for existing,

Mother’s choice beyond resisting.

Witness to mother’s willing rape,

Stirruped legs allowed no escape.

Forceps wielded in life’s tunnel,

Now made a carrion funnel.

No casket but a plastic bag;

Shroud was the finest bloody rag;

Luxury hearse an old trash truck,

Borne in style among all the muck.

Hauled to a final resting place,

Interred without a single trace

Unmarked in some urban landfill;

All courtesy of a small bill.

My lost child had an early grave

Thanks to a doctor sworn to save;

Bound by hypocritical oath

Allowed to give life and death, both.

Thus a small problem was resolved,

Quick and easy for mother involved;

Her life is so much better now

That freedom made father’s love bow.

And I was told I also won,

No duty to daughter or son,

Carefree for the next eighteen years;

So what matters a few grim tears?

I had rather paid through the nose

And faced endless financial woes

Than these nightmares of silent screams;

Crushed skull and torn body filled dreams.

My child, I miss you ev’ry day

Since your sweet life was ripped away.

Forgive I did not protect you,

But know I will always love you.