terrorism

she lay there
on the gurney waiting
she breathed between contractions
she rested in his arms
till they came again
sharp, slicing pains
deep, horrible pangs
harsh, wicked fangs
that bit her and then
she breathed again
calmly she looked into his eyes
the time was almost near
the doctor and the nurse were here
and they called, "PUSH!"
as the next shot rocked through her
The twins! The twins
They'd be,
Peace and Liberty!
And as she closed her eyes to heave
The Bombs went off inside.
they did not even leave
a trace.

mother, father, child,
doctor, nurse, world,

little girls don't gravitate to gun fighting
they don't invent war games when they play
only little boys do
then they grow up
     to play the real thing
      with real lives
in the streets of our cities
and it is the little girls,
      grown up to be mothers
who pay the highest price.