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Universal of Mammalians
we all spent time in a womb,
nurtured, we were told
it was a time of
pleasure and warmth
what if it's not true,
and the embryo,
fights for each moment,
against its mentor
for freedom
but dominated,
is forced to comply
or die
the pain of confinement
so great that,
we burst upon the world
with a cry of anguish
released, only to find
an enviroment more
complex
and often hostile
children of the womb
creatures of the physical
physiological and physics,
are endowed with a psyche
that questions and queries
where does the soul come from,
in whose image was I made,
for how long and where an I bound
if not me,
will the energy
of my thoughts
remain
poem
by
Shimon Weinroth
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