The abortion drama

Mom! Mom...! Where are you?

Where is your conscience?

They say I'm illegal.

But mind you, I'm God's creation;

So I have the right to live and enjoy life.

Mom! Mom...! Where are you?

Where's your conscience?

Let me live, don't commit the unforgivable.

I'm anxious to be born, not aborted.

I need love, so share me your love.

Mom! Mom...! Do listen to the good angel.

Ignore the devil's devilish temptations.

Listen, Mom! Now I hear your heartbeat pounding irregularly and I hear your conscience pondering about my fate: to be born or aborted.

Mom! Mom...! Where are you?

Where is your conscience?

Or don't you have any at all?

Mom! Now I feel some salty affair invading my sanctuary and stealthily poisoning the air.

Mom! Mom...! I feel like walking through a brutish storm and ominous darkness and like roaming around in a desert without horizon and nowhere to go and so becoming a vulnerable creature amidst monsters.

Mom! Mom...! Let me live...!

I long to see the sun, the source of life.

I long to see the deep-blue see with sportive dolphins.

I long to wander in the fragrant woods and meadows.

I long to feel the wind caressing and stroking my hair.

I long to hear the birds chirping and twittering.

I long to see, hear and feel all the wonderful God's creation.

But above all I long to see you and feel your love.

PANGKAT HARAHAP

Jakarta