abortion Options

[*Statistik*]

Do you think its fair for the government to pass abortion for pregnant women? I think yes it is, because if they dont want babies, they dont have to. If the woman and the doctor both agrees, she has the rights to kill the baby.

[ComradeRed]

Ballad of the Abortion Doctor

The shady street with clinics three,
Looked westward from the slums.
And thrice each day the doctor took,
A fetus in his arms.
The woman here was loose and poor,
And easily rivaled every whore.

And where she went on sex intent,
She did what women can.
Her dauntless ways did all men praise,
Her fetus was unplanned.
The world was for abortion made,
To be pregnant and not afraid.

The nurse who put the girl to sleep,
Offered her jasmine tea.
Said the doctor who’d do the deed,
“Like me, you will be free!”
The cities all refuse to slaves,
Their parties and drug-addled raves.

Nebraska groans with fundies,
Has hicks enough and more.
We work and build by human seas,
A clinic for the poor.
For day by day could city slums,
Our honest labor overpay.

We pay no heed to right-wing nuts,
We hold our rights and shall.
Supported always by the free
Defended by the law.
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land or life, if freedom fail?

The noble doctors we promote,
Disown the fundie fools.
Each pregnant girl shall have her choice,
Each doctor have his pay.
Our union of women and men,
Shall persist now and every day.

The doctors of these clinics three,
Hung out their welcome signs.
Along the sidewalks lined with trees,
Where feet of millions stride.

Here rose the clinics that towered,
What barbershops were here,
And while many Christians cowered,
Abortions without tears.

What place do rival issues have,
Among the Democrats.
Welfare, gays, and the income tax,
Abortion was the most.

Our woman laughed about her child,
The doctor said: “Good day!
I greet you well, you fair lady,
To the table and stay!”
The world was for abortion made
To be pregnant and not afraid.

“For you,” he said, “no babies be,
For you no mother’s sums,
No coat hangers will you need when,
You go back to the slums!”

O’ proud clinic beside the streets,
With protestors and thugs out front,
Bring the women from sea to sea,
And offer service not affront.

Bad news from Rick on Capitol Hill,
“You are killing well,” said he.
“Now by these edicts be it known,
You shall not abort partly born.
Unless we can be sure they’re gay,
Honor thy family and these laws.”

“Not so,” said Eddy, “good my lord,
You won your election here.
We pay you for your bread and board,
Two hundred grand a year.
You talk only of homophobes,
Who give millions for prejudice,
But for freedom never a cent.”

The zygotes came, and who could blame,
If doctors did the deed.
As fetuses went down the drain,
Into the trashman’s heap?
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land or life if freedom fail?

The doctors braved the Catholic priests,
Found friendship in the Left.
And judged joined the clinics’ cause,
High on the courtly bench.

O’ noble jurists, never fail!
O’ day that freedom made!
O’ happy women who could read,
The case of Roe v. Wade!
O’ brightest light in darkest night,
That never faltered from the right.

Fundies quaked in fear as they craved,
The secret force to find.
Which fired the Supreme Court to save,
The rights of womankind.

But left is might through all the world,
Red state to blue state women clung,
Through good and ill abortion hurled,
Till doctors cheered and clinics rung!

The courts deciding day by day,
Restores fair freedom’s art.
So let each woman in the world,
Keep abortion at heart.
Till this land be choked with fundies,
Or o’er the seas dead babies flow.

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If you can tell me what famous poem I used as a model for this, I'll send you an email with absolutely no viruses in it.