A Fetus Speaks

A Fetus Speaks long poem

How sweet the Autumn breeze
Wafting from my window
Before this Winter freeze
I could see skies are blue;
But how would I to know
Or how will I
In truth, I lie
Even as poets do,

Saying life is a race:

How could I win? My chance is lame
How could I lose? I did not play
I could not even see the game,
Because I never came to be.

‘To be or not to be’
To me is not a question, never
‘To be or not to be’
I was not asked, how could I answer

I am sort of outlawed;
Like the many others
Or, maybe, disallowed
By choice of some mothers;

Or, unwanted, in a sense
I could not be Jesse James
To be ‘Wanted: Dead Or Alive’
Instead, I was led to contrive:
‘Unwanted: Dead Or Not Alive’

Could I be just cells as hinted,
Which could be eliminated?
By pills, or prescription,
Forceps or incision,
Herbal concoction,
Lethal injection?

Rules may stop humans from dying,
And could keep one from existing,
If so, make this my epitaph
Maybe, with a small stone seraph:

Here lies John Doe
One of this Earth
But none would know
His date of birth;
And as facts are dim
In a scene of violence
Was he the victim
Or maybe, the evidence?

This, my friend, is my proposal
If accorded proper burial
And not proper waste disposal.

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A lump in the throat and questions in the mind… @Reyvrex_Reyes your words have the power to grasp one by the soul and shake it up!

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The Editorial board has complimented this immensely talented poet several times and takes pride in including this poignant piece of verse in this section, @Reyvrex_Reyes we have had a long association with you, one which we truly value and know will be a source of reading pleasure to all our visitors and members. Capturing human emotions comes so naturally to you, it is indeed a rare talent!

Kavita Jain
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a very beautiful poem indeed , one question though if humans can truly feel the breeze why we had polluted air? can understand nature bounty why clamouring for power? If humans stood awe for life why we had to face the pain ?

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