The Table of the Unborn

They formed a society, that of the unborn.
To put forth their grievances and voice their unheard cries.
they gather around an unseen table. Its as insignificant as what they feel.
Banned from the real world where dreams come true and life is actually lived.

Imagine being given a free ticket to the circus and then when you reach the entrance gate,
they tear your ticket and don't allow you in!
What are you going to feel? why were you given the hope of seeing the circus in the 1st place?
Why was the ticket even issued to you?

This world we live in ... its a circus....
Filled with talent in all its forms... but also with people who like to act as jokes and treat others as jokes too.
The unborn child within the walls of her mothers womb was given a ticket to enter this circus.
But the very moment it was decided that she should grow no more, that ticket was snatched from her and torn.

And in that very destruction of life comes the destruction of a soul,
a dream, an achiever, a learner and possibly a leader.
In that abortion of breath, a spirit that came through so far dies, there dies a miracle,
there dies science and also one of mans greatest creations.

And today as they sit around this table of grief, they regret to see how many more of them are going to be seated at this table.
Like ghosts wanting to avenge their lives, but helpless beings, unable to fight.
with no voice and no say of their own, no governing power and no ability to fight for their own...
They sit and wait till a solution is found and for people to stop behaving like irresponsible clowns.