To The Fetus.

To whoever who loves reading my poetry.

You would haven't liked to
Live in this earthly hell life,
Many temptations you can't imagine,
And I wish not to happen before you.
Birthday parties are now orgies,
Where and how can you celebrate
Your birthday ?
Tell me how happy would you be
In this corrupt would ?
Where many are jobless,
Graduates Wandering on streets.....
And got nothing to eat and,
Kids slip into sleeps on streets,
And s***s where they eat,
'cuz no free pupu deposit banks.
I don't wish you'd like to be
In this stinky rotten world.

Every man's love for his children
Would have had no limits,
But we grief we can't meet that, unborn child
Try to understand your birth,
Would have made life more worse,
Life is too corrupt,
Seeing a vision of a broken man,
The daily raising percentage of
Mothers losing lives trying to give birth,
I don't wish you'd yearn to
Swim in this bloody seas.
I don't wish you'd like to live
My life.
I do't wish you'd like seeing
Your brothers, sisters and parents
Drowning in the surging mother nature,
I do't wish you'd like to play
These dirty games of politics
On this un-loyal earth.
I doubt you will like studying
Under tree shades,
I've never seen anybody
Sleeping with empty belly and diminished
Happy.
I can't chant it all, but,
I bet you'd to see all
I've written in this poem happening.