The angry screams, alike the tornado coming in strong
They vouch for the year, the worst hour felt and seen
The dreams been crushed, irks them more
The ghastly tempest is out to rip the soul from the core
The advancing year, and with that the frowning crowd
The agenda is to beat all the calamities known.
Lo and behold! a life is breathing inside
A mother nurtures in fear, as they command the end
But the patter of tiny feet is yet to be heard
As she wails, "Oh ,Lord ,entreat you to be merciful to the unborn soul."