Expectant mom
Giving birth
Happy moment
Filled with mirth.
New born babe
Taken away
No nurturing love
On your birthday
Bleating babe
All alone
Small dark box
Is now your home.
Beating
Heart
Walks through door
Now bleeding out
On the slaughter floor
Bright innocent eyes
fade away
Never to know the light of day
Nor the joys of life in any way.
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