She is no natural child
Born of no mother and father
But of science and twisted strands,
She lays within her infertile whom
Waiting for her life of lies and deceit to begin.
Will she someday live a life of a normal child?
Or will she live as a killing machine all of her life beginning as a babe.
Knowing neither love nor hate only that her job must be done,
And that she must do what she has been bred for.
But for now she lays within her artificial whom
The trial infant
Waiting
Hoping
Within her enhanced competence
Knowing things that she is not to know at such an age
Of her future, of her account
That she is an unnatural child.
Not meant to roam this world..
Author notes
Written December 13th, 2005
A contest entry
- What do you see #15 by leander.
300 points, ended December 16, 2005, 11 entries
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Comments
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for one thank you for you comment, and I gues that this seems like a complaint because the picture to me seemed somehow offensive to nature. I hope that cleared a little smog.
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Quite a strong poem you've written, that somehow I feel is a complaint against artificial insemination (but I'm not sure about that
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thank you for taking the time to enter this contest
I wish you the best of luck!
Leander
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