Right to Life

In honor of National Sanctity of Life Day, which was yesterday, here is a short poem I wrote depicting the horrors of abortion. I will warn you that this is not for the faint of heart. While not any worse than the story of Ehud and Eglon, if you would prefer not to read graphic language, I would suggest you pass on to the next post (while still supporting the sanctity of life, of course!).

Hush, Little Baby

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word

Mama’s going to dilate her cervix so you can be scraped and dismembered

And if that knife makes you fuss

Mama’s going to insert a suction tube to vacuum you off her uterus

And if that tube is clogged with grime

Mama’s going to snap your spine and crush your skull, pulling you out a piece at a time

And if those forceps flinch when you grin

Mama’s going to inject saline into her womb to poison you, bursting your brain and burning off your skin

And if that salt stings your eye

Mama’s going to take prostaglandin to deliver you prematurely, then watch under the delivery room lights as you are left to die

And if those lights seem too garish

Mama’s going to slice open her stomach, rip you out and wait patiently for you to perish

And if she’s scared the scalpel will hurt her

Mama’s going to give birth to you, except the doctor is going to plunge scissors into your skull just before you arrive and then suck out your brains so that it doesn’t count as murder

But if his thorn can’t pierce your crown

You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town