Abortion

It’s 2019

And outside women scream

And moan and cry

And wonder desperately why

The things they fought so hard for
Are heading out the goddamn door

As it closes for the last time,

One last glimpse of life on the other side

And inside she feels her pride

Shrivel up and die

It’s war they yell

These babies are going straight to hell

And we’re here to ring the warning bell

But all she feels is shame

That she’s somehow to blame

For men wanting sex are not viciously maligned

But women fulfilling desire are given a different kind

Of punishment

The kind that comes direct from the government

And screw all your freedoms

They fly contrary to what men believe in

So suck up your reason

And fall into line, woman,

Be grateful for what you’re given.

Things roll back and things roll with progress

Change comes whether or not we want it

But the freest country “there ever will be”

Is not the place to start a family

Lock your doors and lock your legs

Let’s bring out a goddamn parade

And celebrate this nonsense,

Call them genius

My plan is this:

Tell them we’re sick of the rigamarole

Abortions and birth control

And we’re willing to be abstinent

If they can keep their own pants zipped.

See how long it goes

Until the cycle cannot hold.

Ladies we have power here

We control what they fear

And maybe that’s why

They are so determined to try

To take it away from us as women

Blaming a version of heaven

It’s time to cut them all off

Until this nonsense is stopped.