She never said sorry,
We never heard his cry.
Our first born never had a chance to breath,
In the court of Condemnation he never had vindication,
No representation was made for him.
There was no voice to speak on her behalf.
Our verdict sentenced him to death,
Death by a pill,
…Only because she formed in her mother’s womb.
__Judgment was based on the democracy of the jury and the prosecutor.

He chocked, he gurgled, He took it in still,
Couldn’t spit,
No tongue had formed in her mouth.
How could she have spoken?
The dark lines of her lips had not formed yet.
She died a silent death crying,
The bloody tear stains on her mom’s dress,
Was the only touch of her we felt
And the only souvenir he left us.

Alone deserted by my own emotion
Far from my sense
I sought comfort and recompense in living in love
In love with the murderers we had become.
My whole...