You who complain about gun violence,
And yet regarding partial birth abortion, there is an awkward silence!
You’re angry about what the Supreme court did.
Can’t you even protect a dangling kid?
Yeah, I know, Bush’s ban is in place,
But you’ll push the congress when it changes its face,
And you’ll push the whitehouse when you get a new president,
And you’ll leap for joy when the Whitehouse gets a new resident!
Bullets rip through bodies, and this you decry!
But a girl has the right to watch her baby die?
When it comes to gun violence, you mourn the dead,
Yet you can crush a baby’s head?
You’re horrified when victims of gun violence bleed and moan,
But when babies dangle feet first, you take a different tone!
If the birth canal exposes the feet, not the head,
It’s okay for the baby to end up dead!
Ah, yes, plunge in those scissors, suck out the brain!
Who cares how the baby thrashes in pain!
If you can’t see the head, go ahead and abuse!
After all, the woman has the right to choose!
However, some standard of decency we all must meet.
Just make sure the doctor only sees the baby’s feet!
Oh, and the mother’s health must be protected!
Even a little tear must be respected.
We wouldn’t want her to undergo emotional distress!
So, crush the child’s head and bury the mess!
Kill the child as hands and feet flail,
But if you first see the head, then you go to jail!
Do you think this poem is out of control?
If you do then you’ve already lost your soul!