Nightmare Tale

First poetry approach...

Oh little boy, my pure child,
I'd never have thought you would have grown so wild
I always said you would have become a lawyer,
a doctor, a scientist or why not? Even the Earth's sawyer.

But now that your childhood and even youth had gone
you're always looking for someone to lay your filthy fingers on.

Look here my child, now that you're mature,
For your sadness, did you manage to find a cure?
Did you manage to fight against your racism
or are you still there wrapped in that sadism?

Now that I know what you're up to,
from this nightmare of mine I wake up too,
and drive very slowly and gently to...
the abortion clinic to get rid of you!

To Man from you mother, Nature.