I post this in humble memory of Supreme Court Justice Harry Blackmun. Truly a giant has passed from our midst.
"Abortion is murder!", the witch-burners bray As they kneel on their hard wooden floors to pray That all the damned heathens will see the light And be saved from Hell's bondage by bonfire bright And Cain's crosses glowing in southern night.
Our mothers and sisters and daughters and wives Are reduced to receptacles, their whole lives Possessed by one purpose: to nurture cells More worthy of life, for they might be male Like Jesus - thus wombs are warped into jails.
Poor Eve is the pattern primordial, damned By gender, as race consigned sons of Ham To servitude, their God-burned cross their coal Complexion, and if one should flee their fold Love says, "Scourge the body to save the soul."
If knowledge of ethics is primal sin
Then 'teaching all nations' commits again
The error, but teach they must, for their bane
Is difference; they're driven to all souls train
For Heaven, where all seraphs sing the same.
Joe E. Dees
Poet, Pagan, Philosopher