I've been pregnant for years
But now I'm choosing abortion
I was told it carried life
But it was only a distortion
The State, its allegiance
It's just an endless devotion
To a fetus of a culture
That caters corrosion
The seeded conception
Birthing democracy
It seemed so paramount
The fulfillment of prophecy
But I have labored in vain
There's no source of a prodigy
There is no life in this womb
That wasn't entombed in dishonesty
Completely indoctrinated
To believe the illusion
I'd follow every propagation
Preached from the institution
They told me how to think
Gave me a constitution
And then left me in despair
With a lifeless resolution
And at every trimester
I was examined and prodded
To be sure I'd give birth
Only to what they allotted
I didn't think of it then
How it was all so well guarded
To be blind from the truth
That the inside was rotted
A system deformed
And completely polluted
By the doctrines injected
All profusely intruded
Every act regulated
Every decision concluded
You just followed command
No matter how much it wounded
The pains and the anguish
The abuse and the bondage
The lies and deceit
All paying a homage
To a culture of rape
That violently responded
To force its way of life
And to keep you a hostage
But I am ending this burden
I will sever its ties
I will cut from my heart
What I once idolized
Because what they claimed was hope
All I see now were lies
A mass that is lifeless
And meant to despise
I will not birth wars
I will not birth hatred
No more genocide
I am not willing to aid it
By no amount of majority
Will I be changed nor persuaded
Let all of history show
That the State is not sacred
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Author:
Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Finding it difficult to cope with the overarching imagery/analogy HoB, but there's a solid crit. in there well argued in strong verse. For that aspect - Thanks.
I’d offer an apology, but it would not be wholly sincere. I assure you though, that I did in fact stretch quite a bit within my comfort and personal convictions, as I was experimenting with writing this poem. It was designed to to be sickening, because while infanticide is utterly appalling, so very much too is the system of authority (far too often tyrannical and genocidal in its own right) that is enforced over us.
You don’t have to agree with what I just said, but at least you can comprehend where I am coming from and my reasoning behind it. I appreciate your comment, it is always pleasant to hear when someone finds something that you did, to be done well, even if it is just in part. So, thank you!
I definitely understand where you are coming from. However if the motivation is to communicate, then awareness of the ability of those receiving the message to absorb it, has to be a part of the equation.
My argument here is that the subject of abortion, and especially the use of that very term as your title may well have put up an insurmountable barrier to many of those who had to make a choice as to whether to view or not.
Believe me - I charge through people's feelings in my poetic clodhoppers sometimes too - so you are not alone.
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Regarding Democracy .I feel the same at times but choices are little Very nicely penned
“Choices” seems like a misnomer, it would feel more accurately called the absence of choice. Thanks for the feedback, I do appreciate it!
I honestly love the visceral and sickening imagery, you convey the pain of deceit and hypocrisy so very well.
"The pains and the anguish
The abuse and the bondage
The lies and deceit
All paying a homage
To a culture of rape
That violently responded
To force its way of life
And to keep you a hostage"
Utter props to you for writing so beautifully about such sordid topics. I think the flagrant juxtaposition of the title and the messages conveyed is fitting, all things considered. Then again, I might be biased as I tend to write in a similar fashion.
Thank you so, for taking time out of your day to share this comment with me, I truly appreciate it. I am flattered by your compliments of my writing, and it brings me a bit of joy to know that you enjoyed parts of it.
If it is a bias that persuades you, I am glad that you have it. Elements of a kindred soul are always a pleasantry. You make the world more interesting that way! I will have to make it a priority to check out more of your writings, I believe I have only gotten to read tarot thus far. Thanks again.
I hadn't had the time to read your work so I went through it last night, kindred spirits indeed. I haven't posted more of my darker stuff just yet, I wasn't sure it would resonate but I will probably be doing so shortly.
Just thought I'd share some needed positivity, I write from a place of catharsis so the pain that saturates your poetry resonates deeply for me. Don't let the negative comments stop you from sharing more 🙂
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