Shameless Reasons

The rain has piled up against the door

The sandbags were busy

Having a drink with a new fancy

The downpour runs quickly

But who gave it permission?

Everyone is on a whim

While telephones buzz

And newborn adults scream for peace

No one checks the sewers for milk carton children

There are so many dead ones

Don’t cut the cord!
They need titles!

An unborn baby is not in existence?

A blastocyst

A fetus

A placenta

A human?

Not how we see it;

We’re busy with the sandbags

Trying to reach a compromise

But all we can think of to say is;

Come back, former friend!

Save us, not them!