“A child’s a child.” Why should that sound wild? When whispered or breathed, however so mild, outrage and scandal will fester and pile: “How dare you defile our sanguine bled rights?” “How should you limp men uprouse our plight?” Should that be right; our beliefs so deviled, then how should we men know which Truths are in style? All life has a first, An enumerated past. All life meets its end; the immutable Last. But as life should start, Unwoken; uncompiled Why sully its splendor, Why act so impious? No matter the label: A child. A fetus. To stop what did start is “choice” by eugenics. A Cide for the mysteries that never will be Like dismembered roses with unblossomed smiles The unheeded Unchilded. The countless Unrosed.
just an opinion, rather comments on the poetic components than an insoluble social issue. :3
Robert Frost once talked of taking the ‘road less travelled’. Well, I didn’t. When the time came, I blindly went and took the safest road. A very long path where the pitfalls were plenty. I stumbled in the bracken. Stymied by the darkness that fell quickly as I ambled along. The soul bruised, battered and exhausted at every infrequent stop. It was not apparent then that in this venture there was a bleak dead end ahead. I plowed on even though something inside was telling me again and again to turn back. But, slowly, a gleaming light of hope crossed my vista beckoning me home. I crawled. My strength regained as the light intensified. Then the end was in sight - the portal was within grasp. And so, yes, I now take that road less travelled. Standing tall and proud as I gleefully stride down its glowing thoroughfare. Smiling at the diverse and playful changes that cross my pathway. All told, it’s never too late to trust your instincts and make a difference. Just ask me. And Robert Frost.
A rose is a rose, No matter where it grows. Some saw thorns, Beauty some chose. Criticized by some, Valued by loads; People's opinions, You can't change them by force. Perfection is desired, Even if it's freestyle prose! Our lives might be cumbersome, Let's accept the challenges they pose; There's a bit of stardust in us all, No matter hellish situations might come how close, because, *a rose is a rose.