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
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