The Generations Unborn Poem by Stella Omoregie

The Generations Unborn



Far apart young ones
I smile everly thankful
The reds come to visit
No sucklings for today,
The breasts are still heaving
from lifes unending traumas

Far apart young ones.
Would you enjoy a life
Without a cot,
Some milk without a mother?

Far apart
Babyhood taxes, the shock cost more
Far apart from semen the god...
For I would rather ye accompany
The reds than taken into the arms of another.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This piece flows from the society.when one cannot afford to keep her child she has to give him out which is really pain still.I feel I missed some words, lines, expressions, please feel free to assess and let's make it a well written piece together
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