Everyday Poems

What sin of the unborn, 
From blissful womb torn, 
Still not yet a lived life, 
Twixt heaven and earthly strife
That they should be
Born guilty

How Adam’s mythical deed
Planted a seed
Of man’s eternal stain
A mark of Cain
That he should be
Born guilty

What ancient edict
Drove impassioned slaughter
With rocket and mortar
Of innocent children
Satisfying the hearts of men
That they are
Born guilty