Bump!

~ Bump ~

(Every 7 seconds )

Dear heaven above,

I don't want to recognize

the good desire thats’ transpired

Baby feelings I don't want to understand,

I see where life is at down here,

I don't know the joy of those kinds of wombs

A body shaped so beautifully

and when their belly's grow

and that feeling of life

the one inside starts to show

They're proud

as their hands stroke the bump!

The children,

they just keep coming into this world

lives with hardly a thought

of heaven (the skies above),

and I can't fight

what I want to smile at

and render as a joy.

The crueltybadness comes to mind

and how evil spends it's time

getting so many of them to resist

truth, or causing accidents and loss

Life is hard times;

each birth is a kind of penalty

the genes it takes

for it to begin,

plays a part in the war

that remains unseen,

mortals don't want to let go

of their innocent views

as to which way

they are meant to live,

for that would entail change

but fear holds back its' deliverance,

I love children

the idea of family and life

but in these times

it's a costly sacrifice,

with all the deceptions

that wait to sneak up on you

and not having all the answers

on how to raise them right!

Bump.