They say a child conceived in lust
In sweaty and forbidden joy,
Can’t call its soul its own. It must
Be ours. And whether girl or boy
Or neither, it will be a slave
To sensual urges, all its life
It might be clever, strong and brave
But always dogged by constant strife.
Such people are the Lilim’s brood
They told you this, and it was true
But one fact they did not include:
That’s everyone. That’s all of you.
Tom Juniper Poetry 