by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: September 04, 2008

Praying, Not Preying

The unwed daughter stands her ground,
Seeking strength; may it abound,
As inside,
Swallowed pride,
And her unborn child be found.

Pious pundits stop and stare;
Rubberneckers feign to care.
Gossip starts
Attacking hearts
With rumors flying everywhere.

As her parents rise to fame,
Sound bites seize upon her shame.
Notebooks fill
With ill will,
From a public placing blame.

Can we step away, refrain,
From our dominant domain?
Time to leave
Make-believe;
None of us is free from stain.

Ought we not, without delay,
Our charades to throw away?
Though she slipped,
Let's toss the script.
Perhaps we should not prey, but pray.

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