Joy Division

I just found this out
I mean I knew it happened
There's a name for it

She waits for him to come
His stench most fearsome
And just as quickly he leaves
She patiently waits for the next one

Terrible can’t begin to describe
The thing she’s endured in life
Not one of her choosing
Rife with pain and strife

Now with her belly swelling
Her hate would know no quelling
An unwilling participant
Of the child’s father there would be no telling

Even then she knows no rest
Continually questioning God’s cruel test
A part of her dies
Every time they ask “who’s next?”

When finally she does give birth
All she has in abundance is dearth
No one’s left to mourn her passing
Merciful is her exit from Earth

At his birth there is no joy
Crueler still is the sex, a boy
Better a culprit than a victim
The future owner of another dejected toy

Worry not for there is a happy ending
And your view of reality requires no bending
For war is perpetual and man will not know peace

And a bullet for each of these men is pending

I would not wish this
On any living creature
Except those who do