"What Would You Do?"
Home alone!
Free! Boss of my own.
Caged in delight's booth;
my day was sailing smooth.
Bam! Our guard collapsed;
this joyride abruptly wrapped.
Here they came, adorned in masks;
obviously, this isn't 'The Mask'.
Please! Please! A virgin's voice begging;
Shush! Shush! Three Wolf's guns warning.
Zoom! Zoom! The jetting of strokes in haste;
Ouch! Ouch! The hooting of a brutalized waist.
Eight weeks of trauma;
flesh alert, soul in coma.
Alas! my woes compound;
in me a foetus has been found.
Issue of three alien's cruel spillage;
yet, a sacred being; God's image.
This being has wronged me in no way;
but if I'm asked of his dad, what do I say?
Do not fake! To yourself be true;
if you were me, what would you do?
Be a bastard's mother?
Or an infant murderer?