Still Birth Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Still Birth



It was hatched in light-blue room,
For final home,
Far away, morgue van,
Carried the distress and fun,
To an Abyss of moving silence

In reception room, seated
a happy nurse ticked,
With red pen
Mussing the difference gain-

But anyhow;
It might have been a robber
Who eliminates those sober
Or just another friar,
A church-dedicated liar!

Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: abortion
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