Come inside the waiting room
Young girls aggregate
Some come early, some on time
Now all of them are late
Apprehensive women showing
Carry their victims inside
Arms fold, legs double cross
Over facts of life they cannot hide
Inside each womb a being sleeps
Not to ever learn of waking
Inside each woman conscience creeps
Around whose life it is their taking
Away in the waiting room
A face turns inside out
Indecision, guilt, remorse,
Are what they turn about
Time, limping slowly around this room
Calls out names of mothers not to be
Killing time as well
They await their turns impatiently
A cascade of ill-appropriate pop tunes
Falls from the reception radio
Soul awakes! I’ve changed my mind
And turn around to go
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