Recycle Them Poem by Donal Mahoney
Recycle Them
We worry so much
because we're nice people.
We want to find a way
to feed the poor
house the poor
employ the poor.
No wonder some say
nip the problem
in the bud.
Pluck them from the womb.
Sell their parts.
Recycle them.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abortion,poverty
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