Poem -
The Day Before the Irish Referendum
Women’s rights. Women’s rights,
Babies’ rights. Babies' rights
Get your rosaries off our ovaries.
Save the 8th
Repeal the 8th
Chanting in the streets.
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I don’t know when the pro- life people
Realised that they would have to
Concede defeat
And that their campaigning had failed
As the dawn broke on 26th May
A victory for pro- choice was hailed.
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Where does that leave us now?
Soon the unborn will be seen
As disposable:
Just go to the nearest abortion provider
Maybe a degree of conscience will linger
I guess that will fade
(Though for some it will remain)
And a lady may end the life
She no-longer wants growing inside her.
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Comments
It's been the way you've depicted it here in your poem for quite some time in the United States, Michael.
Personally I think when a country adopts resolutions condoning murder—of anyone at any stage of life—it soon becomes a slippery slope to Hell.
It's up to us to speak out for the unborn's right to live.
After all, they certainly can't speak for themselves.
Well penned, sir.
Kudos to you for sharing this.
~Dean Kuch ??‍⚖️?‍⚖️?