#60

Before you try to tell me your position, stop and listen/
You're so busy using your voice that "Pro-choice is bad"/
You miss the lives impacted, ignoring children women had/
"Pro-life?" Great! Welcome a foster child into the home you own/
"Pro-life?" Yes! Shelter the alien seeking a home/
"Pro-life?" Preach it! Bless the families craving resources/
"Pro-life?" Feed and clothe, the homeless shooting drugs alone/

No woman chooses surgery just for the hell of it/
Don't make abortion illegal, make it irrelevant/
Listen to the women who are asking, no, telling/
Until equality is polity, the paucity's atrocity/
You're not really pro-life, but pro-control, pro-property/
The sanctity of life in utero is beautiful/
But loving the least is equally as dutiful/

I pray that my own babies would not have died in vain/
So hear me, evangelicals, our nation is in pain/
When you ignore the raped, the beaten, the escaped/
You reveal that sanctity is reserved for the saints/
When you chastise the teen, the illegal, the whore/
You value just the baby, nothing more/
Just try it on for size, see life through her eyes/
Is there hope within the Church or just bloody fetuses on signs?/

And when November calls, and you flood the polling stalls/
Think of her in the bathroom asking God what to do?/
If she has your number, maybe she'll ask you/
But if your daughter can't talk to you about sex/
I can tell you, Planned Parenthood is where she looks next/
And when that option is unlawful/
Oh sister, the outcomes are awful/