A group of meaningless cells
That’s what you said she was
Not even worth death bells
That’s what your reasoning was
You based your choice on this
And then went on with the deed
You’d heard her you’ll miss
But of this you took no heed
A prick of the needle; instant numb bliss
Yet you feel all they do in stunning lucidness
As they remove that group of meaningless cells
You clearly hear a mother-voice as she yells
Years later you still can see
A human form reaching out
A hand so small, fingers tiny
And in you still can’t keep that tormented shout
