Crumpled bloody sheet,
Bruised face, body still in the heat.
Lots of people wait to see,
None a wise man, willing to set her free.
A hurt heart and a wounded soul,
Pitiful glances and a blanket rolled.
Justice a far fetched dream,
Months dragged by, all that was heard was her screams.
Belly growing, a petrifying jolt to reality.
Choices to make, over a glass of tea.
Choosing to give life a hard choice,
Her voice shut down, why stop a tiny new noise?
Small feet make way for a new dawn,
A year of new life and here the birthday candles are blown.