The Freedom Of Information

Have we become the abortion state 
The ones that would make a person wait
To see if they qualify
For the right to die
And she shudders when she realise
That all of her stormy skies
Have condensed into a cell
That she does not wish well
She just wants to get it out, out
And I can’t let my truth escape my mouth
Because what if she feels judged, sad
All I can think is how bad
It must be to give birth
To a wire you don’t want to earth
And though I feel the separation
Between you and I and our education
I don’t want to let this one go to loss
Do you know the cost
That is paid
When you put the sun in the shade
And believe that mothering blues
Is all that will become of you
If you release the foe
And let the war with her go
And the man just walks away
Because he has had his full today
And there is nothing more to say
Than just get rid of it
I don’t want to throw a few quid at it
Until it reaches eighteen years old
And what have we been told
About the genesis of life
Do we really know when a wife
Conceives
And what she believes
Determines what we see
I know that if it was me
I wouldn’t want to water the ground
With a mere lack of sound
And it’s easy to say
She shouldn’t move that way
Because I see a child, a child
In a heartbeat and a smile
Somewhere in the amniotic sac
And once it’s gone you can’t get it back
And what you lack
Is a structure that supports
You to a deeper force
Living with injustice die
I can hear her spirit cry
Out loud and in her deepest woe
I have to just let it go
But I can not forgive myself
Is that what happens when you let go of wealth

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