The Sickening Tales

She carries twins in her womb
Two more will join them soon
A waste of time they're girls
Terminate expenditures
Mother can't dispose the mass
Not sons so their lives will pass
Tears are trickling down her jowls
Oh how can they be so foul

Father cloaks their faces with a water sodden rag
Breathing becomes short and labored
Squirming becomes less and less
More time in between each pathetic gurgling drag
Lives did not work in his favor her face is expressionless

In her womb is number eight
Seven girls have met their fate
Sex remains a mystery
Prosperous or misery
In labor she's dilating
It's death sentence now awaiting
A child covered in blood
Daughters will receive no love

To take the life of a child to take her from this world
Avoid financial crisis by murdering the girls
Sentenced to death based on your sex
Take them away before they breathe their first breath
These are the stories of the sickening tales
We are the children who were forced to fail