Today I feel
like a piece of wood. I can see
the teeth of the saw. That’s what happens
when the psychiatrists
are authorized control.
Down at the ward
at Planned Parenthood
there are no babies to go home.
The parents have been aborted
of that responsibility. The fetuses
are washed, harvested and disposed
like butchered fish
at the cleaning station.
Someone at the University Hospital
feels blessed and thankful
for the injection of stem cells. The therapy
brings relief and big smiles
to the family.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®