Get a Choice!

The time has come to trash pro-life
As though it contradicts pro-choice.
In fact the pious term is rife
With threat to still a woman’s voice.
When health of mom and babe collide.
Abortion though’s not homicide.

Especially if babe is but
An egg that’s just been fertilized.
Except according to some nut
Its personhood that’s realized,
And even by a rapist’s sperm
These several cells must come to term.

So where then do pro-lifers stand
On  living to a ripe old age?
In years of parenthood unplanned?
Perhaps no mate or living wage?          
Each one of which, an anti-choice,
Is far from reason to rejoice.

Indeed, such rightists also tend
To disapprove of gun control,
Though sharply killing rates ascend
When automatic weapons’ role
Becomes the playthings of the mad.
Should right-to-lifers say, My bad?

I haven’t heard them come more close
Than those who urge in mortal crimes
Injection by a lethal dose
Though DNA use also climbs
In proving convicts’ innocence
Sometimes post-sentence, decades thence.

They also vote for shorter lives
By fighting  to deregulate
A business such as coal that thrives
By shrugging off profound debate
On climate change, which all should dread
As anti-life, lest we’re all dead!