Don't tell me it's our uniqueness
that makes us beautiful,
There's no beauty in hatred.
Please don't tell me that our
different diversities make
us colourful and great,
Our diversity has brought us shame.
Don't tell me to be patient
because I can't stand this
unnecessary killing of my people.
Don't ever tell me that
it's going to be okay,
because it will never be.
Their sinister presence makes
me very uncomfortable.
Don't tell me to submit
to this forceful arrangement,
It is ungodly,
it is unnatural.
Nature from beginning
never made it so.
Who has ever killed his
children asking to go out
to the field to play,
Or asking  for bread to
eat when hungry,
Or forced a loved one to stay
in an abusive relationship.
I am sick and tired of being
sick and tired to see our youths
mowed down in our presence
while our elders watch.
My soul feels smouldered
by the pressures from
all these atrocities.
And now a godly abortion
has become necessary.
And don't tell me it can't be done,
Everything is possible.
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