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ABORTION


I heard of this world from where i come from,

Please give me a chance to explore,

I have longed to walk on this soil,

Please let me accomplish my dream.

O my mother mine,

For you were not persecuted by thy mother,

I will be punctured,

I will be torn apart,

My new bones will be broken,

My spick-and-span flesh ripped off.

I can’t voice out my distress, For i am dumb,

But i speak with a heavy heart, I don’t understand any language yet, For i am deaf,

But when i heard “ABORTION”

I understood clearly because that’s the only reason i can cry in your belly.

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Jan Wienen
<p>Thank you ...</p>

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