“An angel born but not a grudge she bears;
As her ashes are scattered in the living air,
Of a world segregated in races and gender,
Blood stained hands destroying love so tender,
What a world we live in!
Blind to accept that killing foetuses is a sin;
To pluck the emerging blossom from within,
Their wage of life weighed in misery and pain,
The cycle of toxicity that begins again.
What a world we live in!”