Nameless Dead Babies
By
James Bredin
Unborn nameless babies have no Charter rights,
Holocaust of abortions under medical lights,
Allowed by our appointed Supreme Court folk
No referendums, no questions, no answers, no joke.
Rule by their High Court edicts is not democracy,
Isolated and indifferent in their autocracy,
Vested interests, hypocrisy and arrogance hidden,
Where the idea of recall is absolutely forbidden.
Wretched dead babies, without given names,
Merely statistics in abortionists’ feminists’ claims
A system of birth control with a little dead corpse,
Has morality gone backwards into a time warp?
And Canadians are helpless and can’t do a thing,
This is what Trudeau’s Charter decisions bring,
Pompously claiming competence and compassion,
Not for unborn babies but for ladies of fashion.
In discreet and non-judgemental situations,
No need for mothers to feel guilt or frustrations,
Counselling and gynaecological examinations,
For holocaust of the nameless with no relations.
They see it as a medical condition to be cured,
Unwanted pregnancy that should not be endured,
Is it health, sickness, fetus, life, death, warm or cold?
Is this part of the health system we pay to uphold?
Friday, March 31, 2006
By
James Bredin
Unborn nameless babies have no Charter rights,
Holocaust of abortions under medical lights,
Allowed by our appointed Supreme Court folk
No referendums, no questions, no answers, no joke.
Rule by their High Court edicts is not democracy,
Isolated and indifferent in their autocracy,
Vested interests, hypocrisy and arrogance hidden,
Where the idea of recall is absolutely forbidden.
Wretched dead babies, without given names,
Merely statistics in abortionists’ feminists’ claims
A system of birth control with a little dead corpse,
Has morality gone backwards into a time warp?
And Canadians are helpless and can’t do a thing,
This is what Trudeau’s Charter decisions bring,
Pompously claiming competence and compassion,
Not for unborn babies but for ladies of fashion.
In discreet and non-judgemental situations,
No need for mothers to feel guilt or frustrations,
Counselling and gynaecological examinations,
For holocaust of the nameless with no relations.
They see it as a medical condition to be cured,
Unwanted pregnancy that should not be endured,
Is it health, sickness, fetus, life, death, warm or cold?
Is this part of the health system we pay to uphold?
Friday, March 31, 2006
The Abortion Clinics
By
James Bredin
A country with only a few babies is going no where fast,
With abortion clinics here and there unlike in years long past,
Fooling around with nature at taxpayers expense,
Eventually we’ll get what we deserve with no pretence.
Abortion clinics kill thousands of babies before they arrive,
Fearful fetus numbers hidden and no new born babies alive,
Canadian Auschwitz death camps on an industrial scale,
Don’t ask and don’t tell whether the fetus was female or male.
While the activists feminists are pompously pleased as punch,
As they discuss these social stigmas over a quiet brunch,
Aging population replaced by incoming immigrant tribes,
Amid the call from the mosque minarets, four wives and scribes.
But the silent scream of dead babies has never been heard,
And its all legal since our Supreme Court gave their word,
And those life-time appointees can’t do anything wrong,
Not since Chretien and Trudeau wrote their Charter song.
No need for a guilty conscience because it’s all antiseptic,
Unfashionable to be pregnant and no need to be a skeptic,
So eventually we’ll all face Mecca as we kneel down to prayers,
Ironic about population changes with no little baby chairs.
Saturday, December 2, 2006
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