Abortion
Is a woman's body not her own,
can't she decide to remove what's grown?
And yet, abortion's not so simple,
a zygote is more than a pimple.
Should motherhood be forced upon her,
as if she were a or a cur?
And if all life is precious to us,
do we have the right to treat her thus?
A fetus is a living being,
and its life should warrant some meaning.
But a woman's rights must also count,
for it's her soul; that's called to account.
When a woman's health is what's at stake,
should moral objections then negate?
And yet, if ending life's not a sin,
where does our humanity begin?
Must guilt be stored in a woman's heart,
threatening to tear her soul apart?
And what if it were your daughter's voice,
pleading for her right to make that choice?
(Rhyme)
1/8/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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