Child

Child

Product of our love

Exquisite being that you are

Shall we raise you up in a world

A womb of hatred

Like that of a diseased mother

Who bears an unhealthy babe?

Shall the wickedness

Like a germ

Infect your soul?

You were created of love

Shall you not then

Be nourished by it?

Or shall your hungers find relief

Only in the poison fruits?

O child of love

Born in perfectness

Innocence and trust

Would that you could live

And die the same 

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20 May 1980