Not just anyone can kill a baby;
It takes a degree to commit that crime.
The doctor’s conscience will hurt him—maybe,
But the guy on the street will do some time.

In the clinic it’s called an abortion,
But it’s murder when done on the street.
Society’s views are a distortion
Of truth. Just ask the next stranger you meet.

A drunken man hits an oncoming car.
The impact begins preterm labor.
The nearest hospital is much too far
Away. The paramedics can’t save her.

The drunkard is found guilty of murder
Of the baby that was killed on the way
To a place where Doc waited to hurt her—
He was scheduled to abort her that day.

Abortion is legal; it’s Mother’s choice.
Planned Parenthood plays on that ruse.
But Baby’s human. What about her voice?
Shouldn’t she too have the right to choose?

© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
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July 22, 2002 ~ Written for an assignment, this poem was supposed to be a parody or a satire. While I didn’t exactly meet the expectations of my instructor, I kept it because I feel very strongly about the abortion issue, and I think it a shame that our judicial system can contradict itself from one case to another and think nothing of it.