Masticated saints

I hear the silence

The silence of emptiness

Emptiness so inexpressible

Their conformity is dreadful

Pulses are racing than ever

I’m afraid they may reverberate

To whirl up the silence of death

Or death of silence to rage

Gods must be up for avenge

Of bloodshed

That happened yester days

In the holy shrines of fetus

That left maternal cavity crying

Crying tears of blood!

I remember crystal clear

Seeing masticated lives

Of unborn lives

Lying in a street garbage

I saw the unborn

In the morning of the aftermath

They took to the streets

With “illegalize it” placards

Chanting against statutes

I could see mother superior

With her “staff” of white-gowned

Virgins

And for the first time in felony

I envied an unbroken hem

But, now

I feel like the witches of avenge

Are insuppressible!