A still image, monochrome,
Yet so redolent of potential,
Of life, of hope.
Taking nurture from a mother,
Growing, developing every day
Towards new life.
The mother's womb develops, defends
A babe not yet ready to face
What lies without, yet soon they will
Spring forth into a wider world
The world they shall enter
Lacks compassion, lacks fairness,
Amoral, it leeches spirits.
But they shall not want for either
At home they will find both
And love. Always love.
And that home shall defend them
From the world and its leeches
Until they leave that second womb
strong enough to take them on.
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