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There was a fellow riding a certain train, And he posted an unpopular refrain, In it he said, the innocents are dead, With politicians and voters to blame. To choose is what many profess, And we wouldn’t have anything less, But our elected use quill, translate that to kill, And babes end in a mell of a hess. And into a health bill of lying rot, They force objectors to kill who would not, Adding more of their pork to so called choice, A choice to fool many voters they sought. Politicians and media corral voters into believing, Bills laced with hidden agendas they’re feeding. They make a predator fat as a sly old rat, At the expense of a still birthed nation in grieving. When a nation cares more for turtle or whale, And the desire for virtue goes stale, You’ll see a Mother’s precious womb, By choice, become nation’s tomb, And lawmakers growing a tail. Don’t let the almighty dollar deceive you, Or your sense take leave and flee you, Take a look around before you’re ground, Into the dust of this obvious preview. The moral of the story is true and really quite short, Justice has been given a hell of a thwart, You may think it queer but the end of freedom is near, Our great ship is sinking in it’s port. ,

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There was a fellow riding a certain train, And he posted an unpopular refrain, In it he said, the innocents are dead, With politicians and voters to blame. To choose is what many profess, And we wouldn’t have anything less, But our elected use quill, translate that to kill, And babes end in a mell of a hess. And into a health bill of lying rot, They force objectors to kill who would not, Adding more of their pork to so called choice, A choice to fool many voters they sought. Politicians and media corral voters into believing, Bills laced with hidden agendas they’re feeding. They make a predator fat as a sly old rat, At the expense of a still birthed nation in grieving. When a nation cares more for turtle or whale, And the desire for virtue goes stale, You’ll see a Mother’s precious womb, By choice, become nation’s tomb, And lawmakers growing a tail. Don’t let the almighty dollar deceive you, Or your sense take leave and flee you, Take a look around before you’re ground, Into the dust of this obvious preview. The moral of the story is true and really quite short, Justice has been given a hell of a thwart, You may think it queer but the end of freedom is near, Our great ship is sinking in it’s port. ,