The Living Foetus

Oh please, it’s a chimera!
To come out of the whopping womb
After nine months of cessation.
But who dares to stop,
Those dichotomies wanted my assassination
In being one’s own, as thou opted for abortion,
Alas! delivered premature, as a result of termination,
To be reckoned as flesh, sustaining in isolation.
Cause, none bothered for my life, as abortion is a choice,
And the notion of pro-life is yet to arrive,
So, what if now am born alive?

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