How sweet the Autumn breeze <br />Wafting from my window <br />Before this Winter freeze <br />I could see skies are blue; <br />But how would I to know <br />Or how will I <br />In truth, I lie <br />Even as poets do, <br /> <br />Saying life is a race: <br /> <br />How could I win? My chance is lame <br />How could I lose? I did not play <br />I could not even see the game, <br />Because I never came to be. <br /> <br />'To be or not to be' <br />To me is not a question, never <br />'To be or not to be' <br />I was not asked, how could I answer <br /> <br />I am sort of outlawed; <br />Like the many others <br />Or, maybe, disallowed <br />By choice of some mothers; <br /> <br />Or, unwanted, in a sense <br />I could not be Jesse James <br />To be 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive' <br />Instead, I was led to contrive: <br />'Unwanted: Dead Or Not Alive' <br /> <br />Could I be just cells as hinted, <br />Which could be eliminated? <br />By pills, or prescription, <br />Forceps or incision, <br />Herbal concoction, <br />Lethal injection? <br /> <br />Rules may stop humans from dying, <br />And could keep one from existing, <br />If so, make this my epitaph <br />Maybe, with a small stone seraph: <br /> <br />Here lies John Doe <br />One of this Earth <br />But none would know <br />His date of birth; <br />And as facts are dim <br />In a scene of violence <br />Was he the victim <br />Or maybe, the evidence? <br /> <br />This, my friend, is my proposal <br />If accorded proper burial <br />And not proper waste disposal.<br /><br />Reyvrex Questor Reyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fetus-speaks/
