Abortion Clinics - Poem by James Bredin
The holocaust of unborn babies is not the way to go,
Abortion clinics don’t tell us the numbers that we should know,
Ending a human life before a baby has a chance to be born,
Thanks to the appointed for life Supreme Court decision of scorn.
When they refused Sue Rodriguez’s sick dying request,
Looking like a group of Santa Clauses the way they were dressed,
Hidden somewhere very deep in government bureaucracy,
This very strange abortion loving appointed aristocracy.
The population will go down because of all the babies killed,
But the bureaucrats can adapt to new numbers because they are skilled,
But something is very wrong with all this killing going on,
Was this a referendum that Canadians voted upon?
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