The Death Penalty, And Abortion Poem by Juan Olivarez

A woman once said to me,
You are pro life, pro death penalty.
You are a hypocrite and so confused,
A woman has the right to choose.

And I said, who makes the choice,
For that little one?
Tell me where is the voice,
For your daughter or son?

A little angel, that's hurt no one,
Is what you want to compare,
To some filthy scum,
Don't you think, thats a bit unfair.

That murdering creep, had his chance,
And then threw it away.
Well he wanted to dance,
Now he's got to pay.

You'd give him a chance,
But not your own child?
Children are not toys,
To play with and defile.

10/24/10 Alton Texas