This woman
In her womb
Through the scan
A real world
Of the forty-nine
Was the young and old
The mature and the naive
Fused into her
For a nine month span
What were we thinking
When we complained
Of stress and maimed efforts
Yes, i imagined
We did not think that far
The throes of a new mother
We certainly did not know
And of course
As we came to learn
The labour pain
Was out of this world
Caused by the battles
Of a series
Of ante-natal tests
The competitive nature
Of some
The efforts
Of the peacemakers
The arguments that ensued
The pain of unethical results
The helplessness served
When dissertation deadlines
Were unmet
The accusing fingers
Suspicious eyes
The assumptions
And the discovery
If you would agree
The labour pain
Was justified
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