They carveth shame into intimate flesh,
blood and bone a bawbling price for people.
At each moment we cry out in distress,
waiting for the day we art true equals.
And eager fingers combeth through paper,
ripping truth from the spine so yond future
arguments may all beest in their favor.
They'll smile while lining thy lips with sutures
and screameth for false justice when unvoiced
teen leads to coat hangers. But we resist
for thee cannot advocate life and choice
while shaking its one foundation. With this
they build walls of words ironclad in law,
cloth spangled patriotism clutched in claws.
