Before anyone acknowledged that you had a voice
He formed you in a womb, then your parent made a choice
Sterile plans to make you disappear, laws on paper, no tissue for tears
Convenient and discreet, so clear, life measured in months, not even a year
Innocent and precious, you had no place to hide
She sat in a room, you had no choice inside
The Law is official, they can drop you in a pan
Pink shone on a building, red blood on their hands
Were you part baby or simply baby parts?
Sent back to heaven before your little life starts
They say it’s better for the mother’s future, she didn’t want a bratty moocher
If she had waited just one more day, you could have grown to run and play
Blood on the doctor, blood on the floor, your parts in a pan, your mom out the door
So scientific, so discrete, the procedure is over, but they can still use your feet
A fetus they say, part baby not formed, easily twisted, easily torn
How many blobs will be sucked out today, how many choices will you get to make?
You're not part baby or simple baby parts, you are a precious life with a beating heart
I wish I could help you, but it’s too late, the vote has been cast, your parts on a plate
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