Fertility

There seems to be an air,
in space and time,
defying what is sublime,
is it space or is it time.

We dwelved in the gutters,
of sweltering heat,
looking for recognition,
instead of humiliation.

Where do we go from here,
sterilized women,
against Gods will,
with a radiation pill.

Women, only human,
just a sperm deposit,
where other powers,
can control their prowess.

Don.’t preach sancticity,
to a room in volatility,
look at fertility,
as a heavenly treaty.


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