See children’s hearts lie flattened on the floor
Like empty tins squashed down ,recycled, tossed
Raised up are the weapons of the State
Wish to strike down infants, what’s the cost?
This child was the third one, that’s been banned
The government and people hate to pay
For benefits, like food and drink and dress
Abortion the expected long delayed
A child is born like Stalin or the Christ
Like kittens in the kitchen in their bed
Infanticide will soon be on the rise
This is where our policies have led
Lost dimensions what do you prefer,
The vertical absurdity of words?
How my heart sings 