Womb With a View
I see the terror in their eyes…
of those who seek to paralyze
their lives screaming persistent cries
of sorrow and grief that belies
the turmoil and angst of disguise.
I see hunger, the ache within…
of those whose vain lot is cast in
hardened iron cuffs locked fast in
glum humanity's calloused skin
oblivious to kith and kin.
I see conflict and all-out war
amidst communities that are
in stiff battle for cross or bar
or power or god or dog star,
perplexed by illusive devoir.
I see a world where I will be
forever in a swirling sea
of hope and an unanswered plea
to God who is said to shield me
from all the horror I now see.
I only hope when I am born
I can survive the world, war-torn,
praying peace from the crown of thorn
begging any who with me join
to comfort others, yet unborn.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2025
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