Some Say A Mother Has The Right

Some Say A Mother Has The Right

Some say a mother has the right

To terminate her pregnancy

In order that this woman might

A well-adjusted person be.

(That’s to assume that life begins

After a fetus quits the womb

Which just exists by consequence

Of having come into a room.)

So like saved money in her purse

A penny of it she might spend

In any way she wants, and worse,

Her baby’s life’s for her to end.

I wonder how she cares so much

About her own convenience

That she should be so out of touch

As not to worry the expense?

Hang the expense, indeed, because

It’s an insensate tissue mass,

As sonograms should give her pause

Its life she judges on to pass.

So seeing how Planned Parenthood

Not only tears a babe in shreds

But does so for the “Common Good”

Of baby hearts and baby heads;

I can’t help thinking that she has

No feeling left nor intellect,

To think that it’s this tissue mass

Is Science’s right to dissect;

Her baby—that’s her kith and kin—

She’s given over to the Lab

Which serves them as a specimen—

For study or to take a stab.