WW1-Womb War Won (The Poetic Version)
If A Biological Bomb Hits
A mother expecting
Weasel The Measel planning infecting
Getting under her skin
Fighting a war, he must win
Headed straight to the womb
Wanting to send the unborn fetus to its tomb
A microscopic demon
Travelling through the body streaming
Turning a parental dream
Into a nightmare scream
Tearing apart family life
Husband and wife
Who are tied together with a vow
Not to allow
Distrust in
Triggered by an invisible biological sin
But when the evil met his foe
They bumped heads, that is what we know
Being a man
Taking a stand
Fetus told Weasel the Measel, take a hike
“I am alive, and I will do what I like!"
Weasel The Measle seen retreating
After taking the beating
All he could do
Listening to the baby Boo Hoo
Is accept the youngster going to school
Develop into a winner, not a fool
Moral to this poetic verse
Spinning a tale once thought as a curse
If the smallest molecule issues an attack
Confront it immediately, make it pack
About the Creator
Marc OBrien
Barry University graduate Marc O'Brien has returned to Florida after a 17 year author residency in Las Vegas. He will continue using fiction as a way to distribute information. Books include "The Final Fence: Sophomores In The Saddle"
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