A cry for my unborn

A poem by Molly Lynch | June 19

A child's cough, and a mothers tone
Her eyes when she first wakes, a tickle and a tummy moan.

55 thousand years of intense heat, degree surge of 9

A cavity of a whale washed up, mourned on your beach and mine Bend time, bend your back

Blame us all, blame the lack

The lax truths, the lies and the leeching Policies broken, men in power breaching

A splintered system, diluted with purple poison Fallen angels on the horizon

Demons are rebels of Gods will
If God is Government, I’ll swallow that pill