Pincer’s Probe

The pincers probe the nether parts
while demons watch with glee and smile.
We rip apart the baby’s hearts.
Those innocents that we defile.

To deaf ears, silent screaming starts,
ignoring an internal trial.
The pincers probe the nether parts
while demons watch with glee and smile.

The tissues now on sterile carts,
were once a child, a life worthwhile.
In millions, discards reconcile
with women’s right to choose, cruel farce.

The pincers probe the nether parts
while demons watch with glee and smile.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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