Proud to Be Pro-lifeA Poem by Molly CaraYears ago the men in power demanded that we drop our first-born sons
into the Nile With nothing but a basket, a goodbye, and, good luck. With our arms interlaced we saw them off and the insatiable river
collected our young Ones like it was payday long overdue like babies and baskets were
currency And we were the miserly mothers. ... Today the men in power guard the river like the border Forgetting that none of us wanted the river That we were not there by choice. Our souls were not enough now they want our bodies too And when some of us end things unsafely the death toll doubles You can finally say you have her, or at least have her cadaver, you are
proud to be Pro-life you say over our dead
bodies. © 2012 Molly Cara |
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