Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Feb 26, 2009
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
don't ever think that abortion is a sweet feeling 2
the smell of her blood lingers on the doctors fingers
and the wounds of forlon ages have refused to mend
for they have been cast deeper into her soul
by the means that the bible has come with its cross
and books have come in prints of black blood
splattersd,and smeared over the legacy of literacy
though the alliens have set confusion upon brotherhood
let all that are black dwell in the darkness
and not fret if the sun claims all immortality
as the king of modernisation in this token era
where so soon sleep is there upon our lids
and both the sun and stars shall lie in the grave
ever since a continent was formed through the nile
its eyes have been flooding of the abortion aftermath
and the culprits are living scot-free
in the luzury of innocense the bible portrays
aught no man worse than man him-self
over his association with his fellow men
and the wounds of forlon ages have refused to mend
for they have been cast deeper into her soul
by the means that the bible has come with its cross
and books have come in prints of black blood
splattersd,and smeared over the legacy of literacy
though the alliens have set confusion upon brotherhood
let all that are black dwell in the darkness
and not fret if the sun claims all immortality
as the king of modernisation in this token era
where so soon sleep is there upon our lids
and both the sun and stars shall lie in the grave
ever since a continent was formed through the nile
its eyes have been flooding of the abortion aftermath
and the culprits are living scot-free
in the luzury of innocense the bible portrays
aught no man worse than man him-self
over his association with his fellow men
— emeka ozurumba, Feb 26, 2009
Share this poem
Critiques
yenti
17 years 2 months ago
Emeka
emeka ozurumba
17 years 2 months ago
ian, the poem is reeally
yenti
17 years 2 months ago
Emeka