{"id":115220,"date":"2022-06-25T19:17:07","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T23:17:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=115220"},"modified":"2022-06-25T19:17:07","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T23:17:07","slug":"9-a-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/9-a-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"9. A mother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A hungry infant cried somewhere,<br \/>\na starving mother weeped,<br \/>\nalone she was,<br \/>\nwith a world against her.<br \/>\nThey ordered and she obeyed,<br \/>\nThey wouldn&#8217;t last<br \/>\nanother night.<br \/>\nMuffled voices of child was heard<br \/>\nas the pro-life humans<br \/>\ndrank bright red wine<br \/>\nin victory of the prosecution they did.<br \/>\nStories were told<br \/>\nof the heartless mother<br \/>\nwhy would she do that?<br \/>\nNo one told,<br \/>\nstory of a woman<br \/>\nwho had no choice<br \/>\nas another cry was heard. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A hungry infant cried somewhere, a starving mother weeped, alone she was, with a world against her. They ordered and she obeyed, They wouldn&#8217;t last another night. Muffled voices of child was heard as the pro-life humans drank bright red wine in victory of the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":285,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-115220","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115220","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/285"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=115220"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115220\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":115231,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115220\/revisions\/115231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=115220"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=115220"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=115220"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}